(Untitled)

Oct 15, 2009 01:01

Characters: Edea Kramer and Rinoa Heartilly
Status: Incomplete
Location: 'Borrowed' Airship - Dining Room
Date/Time: 6th Aug 2498 - Around Noon
Summary: Edea heads to the eating area for a snack during lunchtime, hoping to run into another certain sorceress.
Warning: None

A Lot to Talk About )

edea kramer, rinoa heartilly

Leave a comment

Comments 19

winged_promise October 15 2009, 06:22:25 UTC
Rinoa, incidentally, was searching the airship for Edea. The Matron's words from earlier were stuck in the girl's mind. The elder had morosely apologized for making Rinoa's life 'hell'. The younger sorceress hadn't responded properly at all, in her own opinion. She had defaulted to obvious thoughts of Squall instead of those of forgiveness. Edea was definitely owed more. Rinoa could likely even offer comfort, assuring the Matron that things worked out later on- that Cid remained ever faithful, that her children stayed alive.

The conversation prospect intimidated her a bit, but Rinoa knew there was common ground. At the very least, they could exchange stories of their respective sorceress possessions. 'Sooo, you ordered missile attacks by the Galbadian Army on innocent Gardens, I deactivated Adel's Tomb...' Right. She grimaced, praying their talk wouldn't get that grim ( ... )

Reply

frostydarkqueen October 15 2009, 06:30:34 UTC
Edea found herself glancing over towards the door as it opened, a calm smile perking up the corners of her lips in greeting as Rinoa slipped inside. It was actually quite a convenient that the other sorceress had arrived since she'd actually just been thinking about her. Perhaps Rinoa had wanted to speak to her as well?

Matron found herself glad that the girl no longer appeared afraid of her. Even Zell and Selphie had seemed slightly uncomfortable around her in the beginning because of her appearance, and Edea couldn't blame them. After all, she was still dangerous at time, even if she couldn't be directly controlled by Ultimecia while she was in this other world.

"Of course," Edea said, motioning to the chair that the girl approached. "How was your night?" she asked in basic conversation. Nothing wrong with pleasantries, she always thought. "Did you sleep well?"

Reply

winged_promise October 15 2009, 14:19:55 UTC
It actually surprised Rinoa to see Edea speak so casually. The younger woman could really only picture the Matron in this form uttering speeches of power and cruel commands. Heartilly smiled, taking a seat.

"I slept fine, thanks for asking. Ever since arriving here, though, I've been waking up really early!" Back home, if given the choice, the girl may not have even been conscious for lunch time. She supposed this wasn't 'early' for someone who cared for so many rowdy orphans. For a moment, she wondered if Ultimecia had ever allowed Edea to sleep back in their world.

"Are you feeling okay?" The question had many layers. After all, the Matron had been badly injured and then turned into a bird. The mental burdens of being plucked from such an unpleasant time in the first place had to hurt, too.

Reply

frostydarkqueen October 15 2009, 18:08:59 UTC
Edea gave the girl a kind smile. "That's good to hear," she said. Edea had always had trouble sleeping her first few years as a sorceresses - she was glad to hear that Rinoa's was acclimating better than she had. Then again, perhaps it was easier because she was older. Edea herself had only been a small child at the time.

Nodding, Edea lay her hands in her lap as she regarded the other sorceress. "I am better," she said. Her bruises had almost entirely faded, and were only still visible along her torso, which was thankfully hidden beneath the dark fabric of her dress. "Honestly, I am still not entirely used to my body. I only regained control of myself when I first arrived her, and being changed into a bird and back isn't helping with my practice."

The sorceress looked a little embarrassed at the fact, but Rinoa had been possessed by Ultimecia as well. She would understand, hopefully.

Reply


Leave a comment

Up