Leo (Final Fantasy Tactics)moemachinaDecember 13 2007, 16:42:35 UTC
LEO
Wherever he went, he was heralded by trumpets. Even his footstep was a proclamation. When he passed the nursery door, the children were waiting with expectant faces.
He paused. "Ramza? What are you doing?"
Ramza was cutting cloth for Alma's doll. He said, "Nothing, sir."
"Come, then," his father said. Ramza scrambled after him.
They went down the hall. "You should be learning the sword by now."
Ramza's brothers had forbidden him a blade. Ramza merely said, "Yes, sir."
"How old are you?"
"Seven, sir."
His father nodded and touched Ramza's downy hair. "You will need something sharp and light."
Wherever he went, he was heralded by trumpets. Even his footstep was a proclamation. When he passed the nursery door, the children were waiting with expectant faces.
He paused. "Ramza? What are you doing?"
Ramza was cutting cloth for Alma's doll. He said, "Nothing, sir."
"Come, then," his father said. Ramza scrambled after him.
They went down the hall. "You should be learning the sword by now."
Ramza's brothers had forbidden him a blade. Ramza merely said, "Yes, sir."
"How old are you?"
"Seven, sir."
His father nodded and touched Ramza's downy hair. "You will need something sharp and light."
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