Stepping out
What: Ellone leaves Garden
Who:Ellone, Laguna, Ward and Kiros are welcome...Squall also or that can be a seperate scene.
When: Current? How soon is now?
ooc finally getting this started since my schedule is wacko
Elle looked at the case on the bed. Took out a shirt. Refolded it, packed it back in. She looked at the case again.
Lisane spoke, "It's not getting any more packed than it was a half hour ago."
"I know." Elle said.
"You are stalling."
"I Know." Elle ajusted the placement of her journal and the message spheres, she wanted to make sure they didn't break. That they were safe.
"There is nothing left to pack...but your gloves." Lisane was baiting Elle and she knew it but she wanted to see what Elle would do.
Elle glared at Lisane, the pain-in-the-ass guardian had chosen now of all times to meddle. She scooped up the gloves, wrinkling the fabric in her hands, and tossed them in the waste bin. "I'm done hiding. It doesn't change anything."
"Good for you." Lisane replied, smiling as she faded out. Her Chosen was discovering how to use her backbone.
"Hmmmmfff." Elle couldn't help feeling she'd lost that discussion and before she could call the Guardian on it she dissapeared. Typical.
She was right. It was time. Elle picked up her case, and headed out the door.
Who:Ellone, Laguna, Ward and Kiros are welcome...Squall also or that can be a seperate scene.
When: Current? How soon is now?
ooc finally getting this started since my schedule is wacko
Elle looked at the case on the bed. Took out a shirt. Refolded it, packed it back in. She looked at the case again.
Lisane spoke, "It's not getting any more packed than it was a half hour ago."
"I know." Elle said.
"You are stalling."
"I Know." Elle ajusted the placement of her journal and the message spheres, she wanted to make sure they didn't break. That they were safe.
"There is nothing left to pack...but your gloves." Lisane was baiting Elle and she knew it but she wanted to see what Elle would do.
Elle glared at Lisane, the pain-in-the-ass guardian had chosen now of all times to meddle. She scooped up the gloves, wrinkling the fabric in her hands, and tossed them in the waste bin. "I'm done hiding. It doesn't change anything."
"Good for you." Lisane replied, smiling as she faded out. Her Chosen was discovering how to use her backbone.
"Hmmmmfff." Elle couldn't help feeling she'd lost that discussion and before she could call the Guardian on it she dissapeared. Typical.
She was right. It was time. Elle picked up her case, and headed out the door.