Hey guys! I'm not homeless anymore so I can finally update my story! I love updating this story so much, I missed writing on it! Okay, here's the next chapter!
The sunlight melted through the windows in the Celsius' cabin like a river of gold falling across Baralai's sleeping eyes, causing them to open and fill with it's sparkling light. He sat up abruptly, at once trying to remember where he was and how he had gotten there. The stiffness in his neck told him that wherever he was, he had fallen asleep unintentionally, and he probably should not be here. Once his honey-brown eyes adjusted to the oncoming stream of sun, he was able to make out a shadow of a face against it, atop the bed he had fallen asleep against. The caked scarlet mixture of blood and mud on his faded traveling jacket jolted his memory as to how he had come across her in the field and carried her inside. She had passed out, or fallen asleep when he had come across her. Bleeding, and chilled to a frightening cold, he couldn't have imagined that anyone would leave anyone like that. 'I guess that means it was okay…I mean, what kind of praetor would I be if I had just left her there?' A cold shock nipped at his fingertips as they lightly brushed the filthy hand that hung from the cabin bed. She was still cold, no, not cold…freezing. He looked out the window, and from the position of the sun as it barely hung above the horizon, he judged that it was only dawn and if he left now, no one would see him…no one would ask him questions.
Every muscle ached and every bone popped as he pushed himself off the floor and cursed himself for having been careless enough to fall asleep in the cabin of the airship anyway. The filthy figure on the bed gave off a shiver and Baralai impulsively reached for his traveling jacket. He then glared at it in disapproval. It was a warm jacket, made of blue suede and it had lasted him and probably would last him for a long time. However, as it was damp, muddy, and mildly bloody, he figured it wouldn't do her much good. ' I could get my other jacket' he thought, and with this thought, he moved toward the door, but then stopped at the frame. ' No good. She'd recognize it in no time, and then all the questions from Yuna and everyone…I can't risk it…' He decided his shirt would be thick enough, and unwrapped it was long enough to reach his knees. With a quick glance over his shoulder he began to untie and unwrap his sky blue shirt. As he draped it over her sleeping figure he laughed quietly to himself as he remembered how he had scoffed a Gippal when he had suggested buying at least one warm, but comfortably thin wool shirt. He had told his Al Bhed friend he would have no use for it, apparently he was wrong.
"G'morning, sunshine…" Baralai would have jumped clear out of his boots, had he been wearing any. "Interesting place to sleep, huh? You know, I'm sure the Celsius has plenty of beds if you wanted to sleep somewhere more comfortable." Gippal was practically choking with laughter as he pronounced each word. 'Great…I've been caught' he thought to himself. Obviously Gippal could read his face like a magazine. "You're so busted…"
"You won't tell anyone? Will you?" Gippal stifled another hysterical laugh, as Baralai had to stifle the urge to choke him to death at the same time. "Tell what? That the great praetor of New Yevon has a thing for the friend of the High Summoner? The same girl famous for her not-so-graceful ways and for being human driftwood that I found lying on Besaid island?" Baralai could feel his face turn red hot with either embarrassment or rage, he couldn't tell which. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned around to meet his friend, who now wore a serious expression. "Hey, don't worry about it. I won't tell anyone. I'm not about to go and ruin my best friend's reputation." At the last part, Gippal chuckled, and Baralai realized what Gippal thought he had done. In horror he tried to convince him otherwise. " Gippal! No, I didn't….we didn't…" Gippal let out another roaring laugh that made Baralai glad he had shut the door to Kerra's cabin. "I know, I know, I'm just playin' with ya." he joked with a push. He turned to leave, but then stopped to get one last word in. "You know, Baralai, if you really like her, it's okay". He put forth a sincere face this time. "It's all right to be in love with her…" Baralai watched his friend continue down the hall. 'You may think so, Gippal' he thought to himself. 'But it's just not that simple…'
Kerra awoke hoping that last nights events were only a dream, but her chilled and mud crusted skin told her otherwise. She had no idea how she had gotten into the cabin, but at the moment she really couldn't care less. With effort she managed to push herself out of bed, but not without catching a glance in the mirror. She was so positively hideous and filthy beyond recognition she almost had to laugh at herself. 'Heh, what a nice way to start out my new civilized life' she scoffed sarcastically. Civilized. That was what she would try to be. Not her civilized, but in able to fit in with Yuna's society. 'Who would be able to help me though…' She thought, as she attempted to snake and peel out of her blood and clay soiled clothing. If she was going to be more classy, the best start is to get a shower. 'Tromell! Tromell would be able to help! After all, he did use to serve a maester of Yevon!'
The steamy hot water of the shower washed away the filth, leaving Kerra finally feeling clean and warm for the first time in hours. "Dangit!" she said out loud when she realized that all her clean clothes were packed in another cabin. Looking at the nasty clothes she had thrown in a box, Kerra cringed at the thought of putting them on again in their present state. It was then the soft blue of cloth on her bed that caught her eye, as she had not noticed the blue there before. She knelt to examine it and realized it was a handsome sky blue shirt. 'Heck, if it's the only shirt here, might as well put it on' she thought as she wrapped it around her. 'Besides, it's really comfortable anyway.' The timepiece on her wall chimed as she threw on some pants she had found in the closet and headed downstairs to find the old guado.
"Help you?" the elderly man inquired. "yes, help me. I want to become more…ladylike. Maybe then Yuna won't be so disappointed in me." Kerra spit the words out as fast as a ten year old child, asking if she could wear her mother's makeup. "Lady Kerra, I was hoping you'd ask. After all, how long did you expect those rough ways of yours to be tolerated. You being a friend of the high summoner and all." Tromell smiled and extended his hand with a little bow. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. With the help of Shelinda, for several hours she was paraded up a down stairs in the engine room with books stacked upon her head. Books were thrown in front of her in effort to culturally educate her in proper speech and etiquette. "A lady does not show contempt for anyone, not even ones she cannot get along with" Tromell had said. She knew this meant no more witty battles with Baralai. There were hundred of other codes too, like "it is important not to show too much emotion" or " a lady must conduct herself in a noble matter at all times". Kerra kept thinking over and over again about how similar this was to how Yuna was expected to act when she was a summoner. Before she knew it, she was being led by the arm into Shelinda's quarters to find what she had called 'proper attire' for a New Yevon lady. "It just simply wouldn't do to have you run around in men's clothing." she said and gestured to the blue wrap around shirt she had found on the bed. Shelinda and Tromell spent what seemed like hours pouring over skirts, sashes, and bodices. As this was a normal day, the pair settled on a knee-length dress, green with a bodice embroidered with symbols of Yevon. This is what Tromell liked to call 'casual wear'. Kerra couldn't see the casual in it, however, if this is how things must be, she would obey. She noticed one thing about this ensemble that she wasn't too crazy about however. "Where do I keep my blade?" she asked bluntly. Kerra was a Gullwing. They always kept their weapons on them, fighting sometimes is what they did. "A weapon?!" the old Guado seemed shocked. "Lady Kerra, surely you don't think fighting is ladylike?" The clocked chimed several times again, reminding Tromell and Shelinda that dinner was still and issue, and it was up to them to oversee. "No…I suppose it isn't" At that Tromell smiled, turned and left her again in her own cabin. She peered into the mirror, and the stranger inside. Sitting up straight (mostly because her bodice left little room for slouching) on the edge of her bed, Kerra started to realize that she had done most of it. Now all that they wanted from her was to give up her spirit. To forget who she used to be, and become a new person. A person that her friends would not be ashamed to know. ' I will give it all up…It is too late to turn back now…'
Woa! Long chapter! I think I'm gonna go to sleep now, so I'll update again later ( I was going to write two chapters tonight, but I'm kinda exhausted)
The sunlight melted through the windows in the Celsius' cabin like a river of gold falling across Baralai's sleeping eyes, causing them to open and fill with it's sparkling light. He sat up abruptly, at once trying to remember where he was and how he had gotten there. The stiffness in his neck told him that wherever he was, he had fallen asleep unintentionally, and he probably should not be here. Once his honey-brown eyes adjusted to the oncoming stream of sun, he was able to make out a shadow of a face against it, atop the bed he had fallen asleep against. The caked scarlet mixture of blood and mud on his faded traveling jacket jolted his memory as to how he had come across her in the field and carried her inside. She had passed out, or fallen asleep when he had come across her. Bleeding, and chilled to a frightening cold, he couldn't have imagined that anyone would leave anyone like that. 'I guess that means it was okay…I mean, what kind of praetor would I be if I had just left her there?' A cold shock nipped at his fingertips as they lightly brushed the filthy hand that hung from the cabin bed. She was still cold, no, not cold…freezing. He looked out the window, and from the position of the sun as it barely hung above the horizon, he judged that it was only dawn and if he left now, no one would see him…no one would ask him questions.
Every muscle ached and every bone popped as he pushed himself off the floor and cursed himself for having been careless enough to fall asleep in the cabin of the airship anyway. The filthy figure on the bed gave off a shiver and Baralai impulsively reached for his traveling jacket. He then glared at it in disapproval. It was a warm jacket, made of blue suede and it had lasted him and probably would last him for a long time. However, as it was damp, muddy, and mildly bloody, he figured it wouldn't do her much good. ' I could get my other jacket' he thought, and with this thought, he moved toward the door, but then stopped at the frame. ' No good. She'd recognize it in no time, and then all the questions from Yuna and everyone…I can't risk it…' He decided his shirt would be thick enough, and unwrapped it was long enough to reach his knees. With a quick glance over his shoulder he began to untie and unwrap his sky blue shirt. As he draped it over her sleeping figure he laughed quietly to himself as he remembered how he had scoffed a Gippal when he had suggested buying at least one warm, but comfortably thin wool shirt. He had told his Al Bhed friend he would have no use for it, apparently he was wrong.
"G'morning, sunshine…" Baralai would have jumped clear out of his boots, had he been wearing any. "Interesting place to sleep, huh? You know, I'm sure the Celsius has plenty of beds if you wanted to sleep somewhere more comfortable." Gippal was practically choking with laughter as he pronounced each word. 'Great…I've been caught' he thought to himself. Obviously Gippal could read his face like a magazine. "You're so busted…"
"You won't tell anyone? Will you?" Gippal stifled another hysterical laugh, as Baralai had to stifle the urge to choke him to death at the same time. "Tell what? That the great praetor of New Yevon has a thing for the friend of the High Summoner? The same girl famous for her not-so-graceful ways and for being human driftwood that I found lying on Besaid island?" Baralai could feel his face turn red hot with either embarrassment or rage, he couldn't tell which. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he turned around to meet his friend, who now wore a serious expression. "Hey, don't worry about it. I won't tell anyone. I'm not about to go and ruin my best friend's reputation." At the last part, Gippal chuckled, and Baralai realized what Gippal thought he had done. In horror he tried to convince him otherwise. " Gippal! No, I didn't….we didn't…" Gippal let out another roaring laugh that made Baralai glad he had shut the door to Kerra's cabin. "I know, I know, I'm just playin' with ya." he joked with a push. He turned to leave, but then stopped to get one last word in. "You know, Baralai, if you really like her, it's okay". He put forth a sincere face this time. "It's all right to be in love with her…" Baralai watched his friend continue down the hall. 'You may think so, Gippal' he thought to himself. 'But it's just not that simple…'
Kerra awoke hoping that last nights events were only a dream, but her chilled and mud crusted skin told her otherwise. She had no idea how she had gotten into the cabin, but at the moment she really couldn't care less. With effort she managed to push herself out of bed, but not without catching a glance in the mirror. She was so positively hideous and filthy beyond recognition she almost had to laugh at herself. 'Heh, what a nice way to start out my new civilized life' she scoffed sarcastically. Civilized. That was what she would try to be. Not her civilized, but in able to fit in with Yuna's society. 'Who would be able to help me though…' She thought, as she attempted to snake and peel out of her blood and clay soiled clothing. If she was going to be more classy, the best start is to get a shower. 'Tromell! Tromell would be able to help! After all, he did use to serve a maester of Yevon!'
The steamy hot water of the shower washed away the filth, leaving Kerra finally feeling clean and warm for the first time in hours. "Dangit!" she said out loud when she realized that all her clean clothes were packed in another cabin. Looking at the nasty clothes she had thrown in a box, Kerra cringed at the thought of putting them on again in their present state. It was then the soft blue of cloth on her bed that caught her eye, as she had not noticed the blue there before. She knelt to examine it and realized it was a handsome sky blue shirt. 'Heck, if it's the only shirt here, might as well put it on' she thought as she wrapped it around her. 'Besides, it's really comfortable anyway.' The timepiece on her wall chimed as she threw on some pants she had found in the closet and headed downstairs to find the old guado.
"Help you?" the elderly man inquired. "yes, help me. I want to become more…ladylike. Maybe then Yuna won't be so disappointed in me." Kerra spit the words out as fast as a ten year old child, asking if she could wear her mother's makeup. "Lady Kerra, I was hoping you'd ask. After all, how long did you expect those rough ways of yours to be tolerated. You being a friend of the high summoner and all." Tromell smiled and extended his hand with a little bow. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. With the help of Shelinda, for several hours she was paraded up a down stairs in the engine room with books stacked upon her head. Books were thrown in front of her in effort to culturally educate her in proper speech and etiquette. "A lady does not show contempt for anyone, not even ones she cannot get along with" Tromell had said. She knew this meant no more witty battles with Baralai. There were hundred of other codes too, like "it is important not to show too much emotion" or " a lady must conduct herself in a noble matter at all times". Kerra kept thinking over and over again about how similar this was to how Yuna was expected to act when she was a summoner. Before she knew it, she was being led by the arm into Shelinda's quarters to find what she had called 'proper attire' for a New Yevon lady. "It just simply wouldn't do to have you run around in men's clothing." she said and gestured to the blue wrap around shirt she had found on the bed. Shelinda and Tromell spent what seemed like hours pouring over skirts, sashes, and bodices. As this was a normal day, the pair settled on a knee-length dress, green with a bodice embroidered with symbols of Yevon. This is what Tromell liked to call 'casual wear'. Kerra couldn't see the casual in it, however, if this is how things must be, she would obey. She noticed one thing about this ensemble that she wasn't too crazy about however. "Where do I keep my blade?" she asked bluntly. Kerra was a Gullwing. They always kept their weapons on them, fighting sometimes is what they did. "A weapon?!" the old Guado seemed shocked. "Lady Kerra, surely you don't think fighting is ladylike?" The clocked chimed several times again, reminding Tromell and Shelinda that dinner was still and issue, and it was up to them to oversee. "No…I suppose it isn't" At that Tromell smiled, turned and left her again in her own cabin. She peered into the mirror, and the stranger inside. Sitting up straight (mostly because her bodice left little room for slouching) on the edge of her bed, Kerra started to realize that she had done most of it. Now all that they wanted from her was to give up her spirit. To forget who she used to be, and become a new person. A person that her friends would not be ashamed to know. ' I will give it all up…It is too late to turn back now…'
Woa! Long chapter! I think I'm gonna go to sleep now, so I'll update again later ( I was going to write two chapters tonight, but I'm kinda exhausted)