Who: Delita and Teta Heiral/Hyral/whatever you want to use.
Where: In front of the train station.
When: Shortly after Delita and Teta's first conversation.
What: Delita thinks that little!Teta isn't real. Little!Teta doesn't quite like that.
Warnings: Angst, and Teta being adorable.
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I see you in my memories~ )
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And besides that, what was the alternative? That his dead sister was somehow not only alive, but regressed to six years old? Nothing could be more foolish.
Yet none of this did anything to half the sudden freezing sensation in his chest as he saw what seemed to be a perfect imitation of Teta at six years of age running towards him with all the innocence of youth. If this was an illusion, it was damned convincing. He could not help but gasp as she tripped and, heedless of his mind's demands, sprang to his feet and ran to her side.
"Are... Are you alright?"
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But with everything that she had heard big-Delita say before...All it had done was make the scraped knee hurt worse, and the tears start to fall out of her eyes and down her cheeks, just as they always did whenever she so much as scraped something too hard, or when someone looked at her too harshly. Delita was always there to comfort her when she cried...
She looked up when she heard the voice, brown eyes wide and staring, tear-stained cheeks glistening in the sunlight.
...Was that...?
...No, that couldn't be! He was so big! Delita was big, but he wasn't that big! He looked ( ... )
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He cast such thoughts aside for the moment, focusing on the moment at hand. "Let us put aside your identity for the moment; I need answers. Where is this place, and what is happening? Do you know who sent me this ticket?"
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What was...going on? Teta didn't know herself. At least, she didn't know right now. If she focused she could remember people and things, but that was only if she concentrated. It was strange.
She knew that something wasn't quite right, but she couldn't put her finger on it...
She stared at him a moment, and then looked down, trying to think.
"Um. Um. I...I think it is um. The man who runs this place. I...know not his name, though. I was told that, um...I was going to have a 'transfur'. And then...I would receive a 'second chance'. I do not know what they meant by that though."
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