NC Ace: Like I promised right?
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White.
White, the purest color of all, untarnished by any other shade.
Clouds came in many shapes, whispy, and fingerlike, or large, and puffy. As the female mechanic lay sprawled out of the grass with Den dozing off next to her, white clouds rolled past her in the clear blue sky. Clouds were drifters, wanderers, going wherever the wind pushed them. Rain held them down in places if it was heavy enough.
In other words- clouds were a lot like Ed.
Ed was a drifter, going wherever news of the Philosopher's stone came up, and only dwelling in places where something held him down.
Alphonse was almost like the rainbow that streaked across the sky after clouds let out their load.
She had lost account of Ed a long time ago, only knowing if he was in Central or not. She wanted to follow him around, also be a wanderer, but she knew Aunt Pinako needed her here, and that she would just be a burden to Ed and Al.
But she wasn't sure if Ed was... "Innocent White". White clouds were always masks...ever changing from dark grays from rain, or purples and reds at a sunset, to whites on a clear day. Influenced by the weather, and the sky's feelings.
But Ed wasn't influenced by anything other then himself. If he hadn't the will, he would have never had left Resembool.
White as innocence, dark as clouds.