Melody No. 9 ~ The Dragon King comes to town. (Backdated to Saturday)

[thelittlecanary]

[There's no doubt about it - she's incredibly wary of the package when the postman first hands it to her with a tip of the hat and a saucy wink. After her ordeal in his office downtown, she's half convinced to take it out with the rest of the garbage and forget it was ever delivered. She leaves the box, which is hardly bigger than her fist,

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[thelittlecanary]

[Is out on her front steps waiting for him to arrive, bouncing on her heels with giddiness.]

[thelittlecanary]

[Grins from ear to ear when he calls out to her, jumping off the front steps of her home and into his arms.] Yes, but I never imagined - this is wonderful!

[braided_icarus]

"Bahamut"?

[thelittlecanary]

[She has explained it several times already, but speaks with as much patience as she did the first time.] Yes. Bahamut is my Eidolon, and king of all dragons. I have just regained the ability to summon him.

[braided_icarus]

Huh. Never heard of it. So...you....summon a dragon.....?

[thelittlecanary]

Yes! [Senses his skepticism and adds.] You can meet him if you'd like.

[child_abuser]

"Bahamut, huh? Town really went for the gold this time. Braska had that one too. I'll be right over."

[And a little while later, there's Jecht knocking on Garnet's door.]

[thelittlecanary]

[Garnet wastes no time in answering the door, her bright expression making the joy she feels screamingly obvious.] Come, let us be on our way! [And she tugs on Jecht's arm, pulling him in the direction of the park.]

[child_abuser]

[Jecht chuckles, letting himself get pulled along. He's actually pretty excited about this too - he hasn't seen a real honest-to-goodness summoning since before he came to Mayfield. It might not be exactly the same, but it's like a little piece of home for him.]

"Guess you're pretty excited, huh?"

[thelittlecanary]

[She half runs, half skips along, pulling Jecht in her wake as they approach the park. Once they arrive, Garnet releases his arm, walking out into a clearing alone. She turns her head to cast a glance at him over her shoulder, and in that moment, the ordinary becomes ethereal