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FF7 Daemonverse -- Breon settles
Thu, Apr. 18th, 2013 21:34FF7 Daemon ficlets archive.
Tifa is 13. 800 words long.
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Breon doesn't settle especially early -- two of Tifa's agemates have settled already, a butterfly and a prairie dog -- or especially late -- three more are waiting their turn, Johnny and Lily and Cloud. Nothing important is happening -- it's not the anniversary of their mother's death, they haven't gotten into a fight, no one has dropped any actual wisdom on them, nothing.
They just go up to the pastures with the draft chocobos, Breon plodding along as a fourth chocobo himself, and they sit there in the sun and the brisk breeze coming from the shadowed Mount Nibel.
Breon flips eagle, as well, dips and sways in the wind, until he gets bored and lands on her knee. Tifa watches the chocobos patiently scratch roots out of the earth, watches the sheep come down from the higher slopes a bit. They feel safer surrounded by the bigger, protective birds.
The thing is, people don't chat about what they want their own daemon to be -- might jinx it -- but they do about what they think it'll reasonably be, even if they try not to be too hopeful, too unrealistic. They talk a ton about what they believe other people's will be.
Tifa apparently would be just perfect with a sweet, soft-furred, lop-eared bunny like her mother's. Or a small dog, or some kind of songbird -- this one she thinks is a bit weird, she's not really artistic or whimsical at all.( Read more... )
Tifa is 13. 800 words long.
--
Breon doesn't settle especially early -- two of Tifa's agemates have settled already, a butterfly and a prairie dog -- or especially late -- three more are waiting their turn, Johnny and Lily and Cloud. Nothing important is happening -- it's not the anniversary of their mother's death, they haven't gotten into a fight, no one has dropped any actual wisdom on them, nothing.
They just go up to the pastures with the draft chocobos, Breon plodding along as a fourth chocobo himself, and they sit there in the sun and the brisk breeze coming from the shadowed Mount Nibel.
Breon flips eagle, as well, dips and sways in the wind, until he gets bored and lands on her knee. Tifa watches the chocobos patiently scratch roots out of the earth, watches the sheep come down from the higher slopes a bit. They feel safer surrounded by the bigger, protective birds.
The thing is, people don't chat about what they want their own daemon to be -- might jinx it -- but they do about what they think it'll reasonably be, even if they try not to be too hopeful, too unrealistic. They talk a ton about what they believe other people's will be.
Tifa apparently would be just perfect with a sweet, soft-furred, lop-eared bunny like her mother's. Or a small dog, or some kind of songbird -- this one she thinks is a bit weird, she's not really artistic or whimsical at all.( Read more... )