With a rather lazy sigh, Rikku opened the door to her room in the
travel agency. She smiled at the sight that met her eyes-- something of a
mess. She shut the door quietly behind her and strolled forward into the
room.
The mess always made her feel at home. It had only been two days since she had been staying in the room, and it was already cluttered with her possessions, most of them being trinkets she found in the desert. Gippal had always teased her about being a packrat, but she usually did find a good use for the various things she'd find out in the desert-- Baralai's overcoat being no exception.
Rikku dropped onto the bed in the corner of the room, heaving out a tired and dreamy sigh as she landed against the soft fabric. She curled up on her side, closing her eyes slowly, and wrapping her arms around each other. Her fingers ran along the green suede material of Baralai's overcoat.
"Mm... how does he stand this thing on all the time? It probably gets pretty hot under here."
Rikku opened her eyes once again and giggled at the sight they were met with. A few feet away from the bed was a full-length mirror, and in it, Rikku could see her reflection, looking rather ridiculous donning the praetor's larger overcoat. She heaved herself off of the bed and walked up to the mirror, laughing as the tails of the overcoat seemed to follow after her, dragging along the floor. She placed a hand on her hip and shifted her weight a bit.
"Looking very stately in this outfit, Rikku," she chuckled to herself.
She let out another, long sigh, and tilted her head up to the ceiling for a few seconds, before heading back over to the bed, and collapsing lazily upon it once again. She curled up on her side again and closed her eyes, although she faced the wall instead of the mirror. She was sure to open her eyes several times and burst out laughing at her reflection again if she kept facing the mirror.
"Gippal, Gippal," Rikku chuckled softly, shaking her head a bit, "what were you thinking, trying to match me up with Baralai or something?"
Rikku's eyes quickly snapped open as a thought rushed through her head briefly. She bit her lip and held back a small smile.
"No," she said firmly, closing her eyes again. "He'd never go for me."
With yet another weary sigh, Rikku put her raging thoughts about Baralai to rest for the night, and drifted off into sleep.
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"Rikku," a soft, familiar male voice called out. "Rikku."
Rikku's boots dug into the small sand dune idly as she looked up, searching around for the source of the call. She narrowed her swirled, green eyes in confusion, gazing this way and that rather desperately.
"Y-yeah," she replied out, her voice slightly squeaking from some hidden nervousness.
"Who are you waiting for?"
"What? I'm not waiting for anyone."
Rikku stomped her foot into the sand dune rather forcefully. For some reason, she found herself terribly agitated at this strange person. Why wouldn't he show himself? She rested her hands on her hips abruptly, showing a bit more of her agitation. Since this person could obviously see her, maybe they'd give in if they saw she was starting to get frustrated.
"Hello, mister? Hello? You out there? W.. what were you talking about?"
"Come to me."
"Whoa! You are there!"
"Come to me."
"Urgh! Who are you? How can I do that if I can't even see you? Why would I go to random strangers, huh, mister?"
Silence again.
"Not again," Rikku whined in frustration.
She skittered forward a few paces and she shielded her eyes from the setting desert sun in the sky. In the distance, she saw a figure's silhouette standing atop another, larger sand dune. Feeling compelled by this new discovery, Rikku raced forward to the figure, blindly trusting her judgment that she needed to see this person.
A wide smile crossed her lips as she grew closer to the figure. She opened her mouth, took in a big gasp of air, and shouted out to it.
"Heeey! Hey!"
Hearing her call, the figure turned around to face Rikku. She stopped dead in her tracks as she saw someone very familiar standing before her, with a similar, broad grin on his face.
"B-Baralai?"
"Come to me."
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Rikku shot up from her bed, popping her eyes open in surprise, and gazing around the room rather frantically. It looked like it was almost light out again. She brought her hands to her shoulders and felt the praetor's overcoat still donning her body. She let out a quick sigh of relief.
"Some weird dream that was."
Rikku sighed once again and heaved herself up from her bed, stretching out her tight limbs in a slow motion, a squeaky yawn accenting her movements. She lazily strolled over toward the window and leaned her elbows against the small windowsill hanging below the clear glass. Her eyes met the pleasing sight of a sunrise over Bikanel. Sure, the amazing sunsets in Bikanel were something that every Spiran should get to see one day, but the sunrises had their own sense of enchantment, too. A small smile crept over her lips.
"I wonder... if Baralai's awake now, watching this, too," she mused softly.
Rikku paused for a moment, then shook her head quickly.
"No. Bad Rikku."
She bit her bottom lip in a valiant attempt to stop anymore utterances like that one. A tiny whine escaped from her throat, and Rikku hung her head with a sigh of defeat.
She couldn't stop the thoughts about him.
"Gippal will not be hearing about this dream."
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After a long wait, Chapter 3 is here! XD I should be working on Chapter 4 very soon. Hope you all enjoyed this one.
No Al Bhed in this chapter to translate. Yay. ^-^ But from now on, [thanks to YufVin-Valentine's suggestion :D] I'll be translating the Al Bhed on the same line, instead of down in the end notes here. That should make it easier.
The mess always made her feel at home. It had only been two days since she had been staying in the room, and it was already cluttered with her possessions, most of them being trinkets she found in the desert. Gippal had always teased her about being a packrat, but she usually did find a good use for the various things she'd find out in the desert-- Baralai's overcoat being no exception.
Rikku dropped onto the bed in the corner of the room, heaving out a tired and dreamy sigh as she landed against the soft fabric. She curled up on her side, closing her eyes slowly, and wrapping her arms around each other. Her fingers ran along the green suede material of Baralai's overcoat.
"Mm... how does he stand this thing on all the time? It probably gets pretty hot under here."
Rikku opened her eyes once again and giggled at the sight they were met with. A few feet away from the bed was a full-length mirror, and in it, Rikku could see her reflection, looking rather ridiculous donning the praetor's larger overcoat. She heaved herself off of the bed and walked up to the mirror, laughing as the tails of the overcoat seemed to follow after her, dragging along the floor. She placed a hand on her hip and shifted her weight a bit.
"Looking very stately in this outfit, Rikku," she chuckled to herself.
She let out another, long sigh, and tilted her head up to the ceiling for a few seconds, before heading back over to the bed, and collapsing lazily upon it once again. She curled up on her side again and closed her eyes, although she faced the wall instead of the mirror. She was sure to open her eyes several times and burst out laughing at her reflection again if she kept facing the mirror.
"Gippal, Gippal," Rikku chuckled softly, shaking her head a bit, "what were you thinking, trying to match me up with Baralai or something?"
Rikku's eyes quickly snapped open as a thought rushed through her head briefly. She bit her lip and held back a small smile.
"No," she said firmly, closing her eyes again. "He'd never go for me."
With yet another weary sigh, Rikku put her raging thoughts about Baralai to rest for the night, and drifted off into sleep.
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"Rikku," a soft, familiar male voice called out. "Rikku."
Rikku's boots dug into the small sand dune idly as she looked up, searching around for the source of the call. She narrowed her swirled, green eyes in confusion, gazing this way and that rather desperately.
"Y-yeah," she replied out, her voice slightly squeaking from some hidden nervousness.
"Who are you waiting for?"
"What? I'm not waiting for anyone."
Rikku stomped her foot into the sand dune rather forcefully. For some reason, she found herself terribly agitated at this strange person. Why wouldn't he show himself? She rested her hands on her hips abruptly, showing a bit more of her agitation. Since this person could obviously see her, maybe they'd give in if they saw she was starting to get frustrated.
"Hello, mister? Hello? You out there? W.. what were you talking about?"
"Come to me."
"Whoa! You are there!"
"Come to me."
"Urgh! Who are you? How can I do that if I can't even see you? Why would I go to random strangers, huh, mister?"
Silence again.
"Not again," Rikku whined in frustration.
She skittered forward a few paces and she shielded her eyes from the setting desert sun in the sky. In the distance, she saw a figure's silhouette standing atop another, larger sand dune. Feeling compelled by this new discovery, Rikku raced forward to the figure, blindly trusting her judgment that she needed to see this person.
A wide smile crossed her lips as she grew closer to the figure. She opened her mouth, took in a big gasp of air, and shouted out to it.
"Heeey! Hey!"
Hearing her call, the figure turned around to face Rikku. She stopped dead in her tracks as she saw someone very familiar standing before her, with a similar, broad grin on his face.
"B-Baralai?"
"Come to me."
___________________________________
Rikku shot up from her bed, popping her eyes open in surprise, and gazing around the room rather frantically. It looked like it was almost light out again. She brought her hands to her shoulders and felt the praetor's overcoat still donning her body. She let out a quick sigh of relief.
"Some weird dream that was."
Rikku sighed once again and heaved herself up from her bed, stretching out her tight limbs in a slow motion, a squeaky yawn accenting her movements. She lazily strolled over toward the window and leaned her elbows against the small windowsill hanging below the clear glass. Her eyes met the pleasing sight of a sunrise over Bikanel. Sure, the amazing sunsets in Bikanel were something that every Spiran should get to see one day, but the sunrises had their own sense of enchantment, too. A small smile crept over her lips.
"I wonder... if Baralai's awake now, watching this, too," she mused softly.
Rikku paused for a moment, then shook her head quickly.
"No. Bad Rikku."
She bit her bottom lip in a valiant attempt to stop anymore utterances like that one. A tiny whine escaped from her throat, and Rikku hung her head with a sigh of defeat.
She couldn't stop the thoughts about him.
"Gippal will not be hearing about this dream."
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After a long wait, Chapter 3 is here! XD I should be working on Chapter 4 very soon. Hope you all enjoyed this one.
No Al Bhed in this chapter to translate. Yay. ^-^ But from now on, [thanks to YufVin-Valentine's suggestion :D] I'll be translating the Al Bhed on the same line, instead of down in the end notes here. That should make it easier.