First Memory
Flowers, grass, woodsmoke... The scents all seemed to mingle together to create the perfect, mild summer's night. Small fireflies hovered away from the small campfire, floating over a gently running brook and back into the small forest clearing. It was strange, though- all of the life around him, all the distinct odors, his hypersensitive senses able to distinguish each individually (Such as scenting the damp dog-like creature curled up on the other side of the fire,) and yet there was no noise. No sensation. It was as though he was a passenger, watching a scene unfold with limited ways to view it.
The sky was expansive and bright, a large moon hanging in the sky, surrounded by hundreds upon thousands of various stars. The sky was perfectly clear, a velvety dark, dark navy blue with the bright lights stuck on to it. However... For such a bright, scented night, it was still. Very still, other than the fireflies occasionally fluttering by, and the soft glow of the small fire. it seemed as though everyone was sleeping. Everyone, except himself.
The man was sitting with his back against a tree, staring upwards, though he remained aware of the various things around them. When the large dog-like animal shifted he would glance over, or watch a slender woman turn in her sleep. His vison shifted as he moved a few times, as though to get up, as she rolled a little close to the fire. But in each event she stayed far enough away to remain safe.
One motion, however, caught his eye in particular. From the womans arms a toddler stood and wobbled on his feet, blinking blearily and yawning. The small brunette child looked around, before sighting the man by the tree, his round face breaking into a large grin, gap-toothed grin as he walked around the fire, giving it a wide berth. His lips moved as he walked forward, as though talking, a chubby hand lifted to rub large, brown eyes.
He must have been responding as the child as the toddler stopped and watched him wide eyes, before laughing and running into his arms, turning to rest his back against the man's... no.. against his father's stomach, staring up at the sky. There was no other way the toddler would be so responsive to him, so happy to see him... to share the same, brown, slightly ruby-tinted eyes... The child's lips moved again in speech as he lifted a hand, pointing at the night sky.
His vision bobbed as he nodded, responding to the child again. The toddler moved where he was pointing, speaking again. this time he shook his head and began to speak, possibly to correct an error.
It was nothing more than a small lesson in stargazing between father and son.
(ooc; Seraph found a Sight/Smell memory crystal when a box of shoes collapsed on top of him. The memory inferred from the Skit "Childhood Memories" from the Kratos Ending of Tales of Symphonia.)