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.Shard 12.
Jahara, Land of the Garif
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Despite it was very late night, Fran and Balthier were both awake, just the light of a candle preventing the small tent from falling in total obscurity. Balthier, sitting on a chair, was shifting one of the numerous ragged and dark-coloured edges of fabric which hanged down, covering the entrance of their tent, his hand under his slightly raised chin.
This suggested to his partner that he was perplexed.
The Viera, who was still wearing her high stilettos, swayed until she reached him, her pace softened by the precious handmade rug under her feet. She shifted an edge of the cascading fabric, too, just above Balthier, to look outside.
She could see Vaan and Ashe deeply staring at each other and talking hell seriously, there out, in the nocturne immobile atmosphere of the village, on the suspended bridge. Of course, the long distance made impossible to discern even one word they were saying.
For a moment, both she and Balthier stayed there without saying a word. Then, the Viera let her piece of fabric slip from her nails, and, sighing, she headed back to the bed.
"Sorrow can draw such different people close, sometimes." she just stated, with her low attractive voice.
After that, she didn't feel like adding anything else. But, in the silence of the tent, the sound of leather, metal and buckles sliding one the other, to then finally fall on the carpet, was astonishingly limpid. After some other sneaky rustle, a sudden blow made the candle's flame extinguish - and the tent went blue.
"Ehi - why did you-"
But when Balthier turned back to his partner, the silky fabric still in his hand, his jaw didn't drop at the sight of the naked, perfectly moonlight shadowed body of the Viera, locks of her silvery hair barely covering her breast, just because he was used to it. The corner of his lips curved up, while the fabric he was holding dropped back in its place, hiding Fran's shapes even from the pale moonlight. He didn't even need to wonder if the Viera had ever wanted to get the princess out of his head - she had succeeded, anyway.
And even if it the darkness was almost absolute, he knew perfectly how to move, right in that moment.
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Author'sNote: Ok, it's been ages.. but I'm still on this, since I've began playing FFXII again, just because I thought that was a wonderful way to avoid to think about my life. Ah-ha. So you can hope that I will update more often.... maybe. =P
Swamp-Eyes