Sorry guys for the really long time between chapters, I'm moving and have been doing a lot of box-packing instead of story-writing. I guess the last chapters weren't a real success because I got no reviews…oh well. I hope you like this one better.
Bevelle Palace was all in a pleasant catastrophe. Yuna and her husband-to-be had finally chosen a spot for the wedding, and every hand, foot, or any other limb capable of carrying a box was put to use moving, packing and loading wedding preparations onto the airship. Baralai struggled, much to his embarrassment, with one of the larger boxes stacked to be moved. He struggled to lift it, and when he failed, stood back and stared at it in mild frustration. Practically attacking the menace of a box, he finally seemed to inch it off the grass and smiled to himself until he heard a familiar laugh. A blonde man with an eye patch poked his head around the side and gave of another explosive laugh. "Who invited you to the party?" Baralai said, although it was in a friendly way. "We thought you might need some help." Gippal looked at the box. "apparently, we were right." Baralai had to laugh to himself. He truly was the weakest of the trio, and although he could easily win in any fight involving a sword or blade, he could just as easily lose a match that involved hand to hand combat. They always kidded him about it, but it never really bothered him. "we?" Inquired the slightly exhausted praetor. A deeper voice answered him "we, you knew Gippal wasn't going to go anywhere by himself right? Besides" he stole a glance at the black leather clad girl helping the bride and her cousin bring out some things of her own " I've got my own things to take care of." "Yea, things with Leblanc didn't exactly work out between her and Nooj." Gippal laughed and then shuddered at the mention of that half dressed woman that was as bad as a Tidus fan girl when it came to Nooj. "My friend under exaggerates, now if you'll excuse me…" Nooj took off in Paine's direction, as Gippal chased him, and was soon left behind by Baralai, who was, although not a strong, twice as fast.
Stars twinkled overhead as Kerra walked toward the Celsius with the last of the boxes to be put aboard, scuffing her feet along the ground as to not trip over anything and send the box flying. They already didn't like her being here, she could just imagine what they would be like if she sent their fine crystal plates and goblets catapulting across the courtyard, especially since two of them were the champagne glasses used at the wedding of Yuna's father and mother. At this thought, she held the box closer to her, fearing that anything should happen to those to glasses. Light poured across the yard as the door of the Celsius opened and Yuna jumped out to help with the last box. But light also uncovers shadows, one shadow in particular that began to creep Kerra out, a human shadow or something like it. She began to run faster, but the shadow followed behind in the brush. Yuna was less than one hundred feet away, and then they could make a break for the airship. No one would follow her to the airship, right? Whatever it was, it was getting closer and she bolted. Big mistake. She felt long fingers snake their way around her ankle and pull, not too hard, only just enough to make her fall to the mud, which stifled her scream. She pulled herself up trying in vain to wipe her face with her already muddy hands when she heard sobs. Then it hit her that things were much worse than her mud caked face. "The box…" she gasped.
Yuna leant over the soggy box and picked through the contents, hoping, no praying that they wouldn't be broken. There were very few items she had of her father and mother, and had entrusted Kerra to bring them to the airship. She sobbed openly as she lifted two broken shards of what used to be their wedding glasses. "Yuna, I can explain" said the mud covered girl she had entrusted to carry them. "I'm sure you can" she said, her eyes blazing and her voice sending out flaming blades. "why can't you just be more…" Yuna searched for the last word with care as to cause the deepest wound. "civilized!" The last word came out a terrible shriek as she hurled the broken shards at Kerra and ran. She wasn't sure if they had hit her or not, and she didn't look back to check.
For a long while, Kerra sat, paralyzed in the much she had fallen in, sobbing both for her gashes in her arm and shoulder and the cruel words the one she thought was her friend had thrown at her along with the crystal pieces that had caused them. Civilized? She knew that the people in the temples and the palace knew she wasn't all that classy or elegant, but… uncivilized? The filthy girl wiped at the blood flowing from her wounds, it being the only warmth out here for her, until a cloth was draped around her shoulders. It was old and musty, she could tell, it smelled like it and something else. Trees. Jerking her head up, she gasped at what she could see. Although it was dark and all was in shadows she saw a hooded figure, eyes like glowing emerald and a lock of hair the same color escaped the rest and draped in between them. However, what really caught her attention, were the long fingers that hung from the sleeves of her cloak. Fingers long enough to easily wrap around someone's ankle. " W-who are you?" Kerra croaked. " No one of importance…" she said, in a soft and graceful voice. She turned and walked away into the shadows of night, leaving Kerra to her own fear and sorrow until her consciousness also abandoned her there.
Awww…poor Kerra. I will be basically homeless for the next week, so…probably will not be a lot of updates, but I'll make up for it! I promise!
Bevelle Palace was all in a pleasant catastrophe. Yuna and her husband-to-be had finally chosen a spot for the wedding, and every hand, foot, or any other limb capable of carrying a box was put to use moving, packing and loading wedding preparations onto the airship. Baralai struggled, much to his embarrassment, with one of the larger boxes stacked to be moved. He struggled to lift it, and when he failed, stood back and stared at it in mild frustration. Practically attacking the menace of a box, he finally seemed to inch it off the grass and smiled to himself until he heard a familiar laugh. A blonde man with an eye patch poked his head around the side and gave of another explosive laugh. "Who invited you to the party?" Baralai said, although it was in a friendly way. "We thought you might need some help." Gippal looked at the box. "apparently, we were right." Baralai had to laugh to himself. He truly was the weakest of the trio, and although he could easily win in any fight involving a sword or blade, he could just as easily lose a match that involved hand to hand combat. They always kidded him about it, but it never really bothered him. "we?" Inquired the slightly exhausted praetor. A deeper voice answered him "we, you knew Gippal wasn't going to go anywhere by himself right? Besides" he stole a glance at the black leather clad girl helping the bride and her cousin bring out some things of her own " I've got my own things to take care of." "Yea, things with Leblanc didn't exactly work out between her and Nooj." Gippal laughed and then shuddered at the mention of that half dressed woman that was as bad as a Tidus fan girl when it came to Nooj. "My friend under exaggerates, now if you'll excuse me…" Nooj took off in Paine's direction, as Gippal chased him, and was soon left behind by Baralai, who was, although not a strong, twice as fast.
Stars twinkled overhead as Kerra walked toward the Celsius with the last of the boxes to be put aboard, scuffing her feet along the ground as to not trip over anything and send the box flying. They already didn't like her being here, she could just imagine what they would be like if she sent their fine crystal plates and goblets catapulting across the courtyard, especially since two of them were the champagne glasses used at the wedding of Yuna's father and mother. At this thought, she held the box closer to her, fearing that anything should happen to those to glasses. Light poured across the yard as the door of the Celsius opened and Yuna jumped out to help with the last box. But light also uncovers shadows, one shadow in particular that began to creep Kerra out, a human shadow or something like it. She began to run faster, but the shadow followed behind in the brush. Yuna was less than one hundred feet away, and then they could make a break for the airship. No one would follow her to the airship, right? Whatever it was, it was getting closer and she bolted. Big mistake. She felt long fingers snake their way around her ankle and pull, not too hard, only just enough to make her fall to the mud, which stifled her scream. She pulled herself up trying in vain to wipe her face with her already muddy hands when she heard sobs. Then it hit her that things were much worse than her mud caked face. "The box…" she gasped.
Yuna leant over the soggy box and picked through the contents, hoping, no praying that they wouldn't be broken. There were very few items she had of her father and mother, and had entrusted Kerra to bring them to the airship. She sobbed openly as she lifted two broken shards of what used to be their wedding glasses. "Yuna, I can explain" said the mud covered girl she had entrusted to carry them. "I'm sure you can" she said, her eyes blazing and her voice sending out flaming blades. "why can't you just be more…" Yuna searched for the last word with care as to cause the deepest wound. "civilized!" The last word came out a terrible shriek as she hurled the broken shards at Kerra and ran. She wasn't sure if they had hit her or not, and she didn't look back to check.
For a long while, Kerra sat, paralyzed in the much she had fallen in, sobbing both for her gashes in her arm and shoulder and the cruel words the one she thought was her friend had thrown at her along with the crystal pieces that had caused them. Civilized? She knew that the people in the temples and the palace knew she wasn't all that classy or elegant, but… uncivilized? The filthy girl wiped at the blood flowing from her wounds, it being the only warmth out here for her, until a cloth was draped around her shoulders. It was old and musty, she could tell, it smelled like it and something else. Trees. Jerking her head up, she gasped at what she could see. Although it was dark and all was in shadows she saw a hooded figure, eyes like glowing emerald and a lock of hair the same color escaped the rest and draped in between them. However, what really caught her attention, were the long fingers that hung from the sleeves of her cloak. Fingers long enough to easily wrap around someone's ankle. " W-who are you?" Kerra croaked. " No one of importance…" she said, in a soft and graceful voice. She turned and walked away into the shadows of night, leaving Kerra to her own fear and sorrow until her consciousness also abandoned her there.
Awww…poor Kerra. I will be basically homeless for the next week, so…probably will not be a lot of updates, but I'll make up for it! I promise!