Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: Another sort of omake-style one :P
Forty-three: Wind
Every since he was a young boy, Roy had considered the wind a hesitant ally of his. In Xing, the wind had created such a beautiful breeze, cooling down some of the hottest nights. In Amestris, it played with his hair, and if he stood facing the right direction, he could watch each strand whip around, buffeted by a larger, invisible force. These small things made life less boring. Less of a fine, sunny day, and the beginning of something a little more exciting.
When he became a teenager, on a break from his alchemy lessons, he discovered skirts, and so, it seemed, did the wind. In that moment, he considered the wind less of a hesitant ally and more of a cheeky friend.