"Don't pick that up, let me get that!" Auron snagged the box from my hands
and I staggered. "Auron, please don't grab things. I'm off balance as it
is!" I laughed, my hand resting on my tummy. "And I'd really rather not
fall." He was being very sweet, and rather overprotective. "Besides, the
box was light. I'm pregnant, not broken." I picked up a second box, careful
to choose a light one. "And it's not that far a walk." It wasn't at all,
either. Just around the corner to the new house.
Things on the Farplane aren't much different than things were in Zanarkand.
Or Spira, for that matter.
We had chosen a bigger home because ours right now was really small. I had
been living there alone for a long time, before Auron had been sent. I used
to tease him, saying, "Where have you been all my death?" I know, it's a
corny joke, but it was cute at the time. Besides, what good is life without
some corny humor?
Anyway, our old home was a single room place, and that just wouldn't cut it
anymore. So we had been scouting around and finally found a spot to build
on. There was always a plentiful supply of wood, though. It took Auron and
two of his friends seven months to build it. It was nice, too, with windows
looking out over the waterfalls and the tree right out back.
I love that tree. It was where I first met Auron.
I'm just grateful that the weather in our part of the Farplane was always
nice, and rarely stormy. I love my husband to death, but I really don't
trust his building... or that of Jecht and Braska, for that matter!
I carried the box over and set it down, taking out the smaller knickknacks
I had acquired or made in the last... well, thousand years or so.
Surprisingly, there are a very few of them. When you'll live for eternity,
you really learn how to pare things down. Most of the stuff coming over
wasn't in boxes, so the few things we had were carefully placed on their
shelves and windowsills, and the furniture, (once again moved by Jecht,
Auron and Braska,) was already in place. Everything but the bed was put in
its spot, neatly lined up to be safe and out of the way. Auron always
thought ahead like that, making sure it would be safe for the baby and for
me. I was in the kitchen when I heard the first bang. It startled me, for
sure! I almost dropped the figurine I was holding. Putting it down, I made
my way to the door in time to see Jecht swearing and hopping around on one
food, and Braska and Auron laughing so hard I thought they would fall over.
Right in the middle of it all was my bed, the biggest and heaviest piece of
furniture I had kept. I covered my grin with my hand and tried to look
serious. "What happened in here?"
"Nothing, dear." Auron was trying desperately to keep a straight face.
Braska wasn't bothering, but just laughing hard enough to need to sit down.
I couldn't help but giggle. "Jecht, are you alright?" The big blitzball
idol of my childhood nodded, and, in a fit of anger, kicked the bed again.
This only resulted in another yelp of pain.
I guess I should explain.
My bed is a king sized box spring and mattress, which isn't terribly heavy.
The bed frame itself, however, was. It was carved from stone from the top
of the waterfalls, which is as close to the living world as we can get. It
also weighs enough to break a man's foot, if he's not careful.
You can see why I'd be worried.
But Jecht seemed just fine, and after much grunting, swearing and a few
more loud thuds and angry yells, it was in place in the bedroom. Mostly. It
wasn't where it was supposed to be, and it was at a funny angle, but it was
at least far enough that we could shut the door.
It took a lot of cookies and milk to sooth their wounded pride.
It's not every day that the three greatest heroes in the history of Spira
are defeated by a bed.
As the sun sank behind the waterfalls, Auron's two friends went home, and
the two of us watched the water turn red with the falling light. As the
stars shone in the sky above us, we went back inside...
Into our new home.
and I staggered. "Auron, please don't grab things. I'm off balance as it
is!" I laughed, my hand resting on my tummy. "And I'd really rather not
fall." He was being very sweet, and rather overprotective. "Besides, the
box was light. I'm pregnant, not broken." I picked up a second box, careful
to choose a light one. "And it's not that far a walk." It wasn't at all,
either. Just around the corner to the new house.
Things on the Farplane aren't much different than things were in Zanarkand.
Or Spira, for that matter.
We had chosen a bigger home because ours right now was really small. I had
been living there alone for a long time, before Auron had been sent. I used
to tease him, saying, "Where have you been all my death?" I know, it's a
corny joke, but it was cute at the time. Besides, what good is life without
some corny humor?
Anyway, our old home was a single room place, and that just wouldn't cut it
anymore. So we had been scouting around and finally found a spot to build
on. There was always a plentiful supply of wood, though. It took Auron and
two of his friends seven months to build it. It was nice, too, with windows
looking out over the waterfalls and the tree right out back.
I love that tree. It was where I first met Auron.
I'm just grateful that the weather in our part of the Farplane was always
nice, and rarely stormy. I love my husband to death, but I really don't
trust his building... or that of Jecht and Braska, for that matter!
I carried the box over and set it down, taking out the smaller knickknacks
I had acquired or made in the last... well, thousand years or so.
Surprisingly, there are a very few of them. When you'll live for eternity,
you really learn how to pare things down. Most of the stuff coming over
wasn't in boxes, so the few things we had were carefully placed on their
shelves and windowsills, and the furniture, (once again moved by Jecht,
Auron and Braska,) was already in place. Everything but the bed was put in
its spot, neatly lined up to be safe and out of the way. Auron always
thought ahead like that, making sure it would be safe for the baby and for
me. I was in the kitchen when I heard the first bang. It startled me, for
sure! I almost dropped the figurine I was holding. Putting it down, I made
my way to the door in time to see Jecht swearing and hopping around on one
food, and Braska and Auron laughing so hard I thought they would fall over.
Right in the middle of it all was my bed, the biggest and heaviest piece of
furniture I had kept. I covered my grin with my hand and tried to look
serious. "What happened in here?"
"Nothing, dear." Auron was trying desperately to keep a straight face.
Braska wasn't bothering, but just laughing hard enough to need to sit down.
I couldn't help but giggle. "Jecht, are you alright?" The big blitzball
idol of my childhood nodded, and, in a fit of anger, kicked the bed again.
This only resulted in another yelp of pain.
I guess I should explain.
My bed is a king sized box spring and mattress, which isn't terribly heavy.
The bed frame itself, however, was. It was carved from stone from the top
of the waterfalls, which is as close to the living world as we can get. It
also weighs enough to break a man's foot, if he's not careful.
You can see why I'd be worried.
But Jecht seemed just fine, and after much grunting, swearing and a few
more loud thuds and angry yells, it was in place in the bedroom. Mostly. It
wasn't where it was supposed to be, and it was at a funny angle, but it was
at least far enough that we could shut the door.
It took a lot of cookies and milk to sooth their wounded pride.
It's not every day that the three greatest heroes in the history of Spira
are defeated by a bed.
As the sun sank behind the waterfalls, Auron's two friends went home, and
the two of us watched the water turn red with the falling light. As the
stars shone in the sky above us, we went back inside...
Into our new home.