ext_158887 ([identity profile] seta-suzume.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] 31_days2007-09-13 02:55 pm

[Sept. 13, 2007][Suikoden] Weddings

Title: Weddings
Day/Theme: Sept. 13, 2007 "You've given me the answer"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sarah (somewhat Luc x Sarah)
Rating: G



In a time I can no longer recall with much accuracy I lived with my grandmother on a far northern coast where he surf crashed endlessly against snow-covered cliffs. My grandmother did not think I was a witch like the villagers in nearby Ilin did. Magic ran strong in our blood and her older sister had been born so many years ago with powers like mine. My mother had not had them and my father did not come from the old local stock whose talents and tales whispered of Sindar blood. I cannot picture my father in my mind, but I knew he was a former Crusader because at the Temple they told me so.

He stayed in Ilin and defended me from there. For a while after I was taken to the Temple I believed he would come to save me. ...And when he didn't, I knew he was dead.

I was alone a lot at the Temple. High Priestess Olia was the one who'd "discovered" me and she didn't live there most of the time. I was left in the care of Father Gabriel and some of her other followers who tended to leave me to myself.

I didn't have a tea set and I had only one rag doll, but I played tea party. I played wedding too, giving my doll, Faria, a traditional wedding from my homeland.

I must've been interested in weddings, because once the high priestess took me to one. It was a standard Harmonian ceremony. The couple was related to Olia, but they didn't know her very well. She had just come to be polite. I thought the ceremony was dull compared to the one I had known, but I liked the music. The woman who played the piano smiled at me. We didn't stay for much of the reception and I didn't get to eat anything, but later I incorporated some of the bits I liked into my pretend weddings.

I largely stopped thinking about weddings when I escaped to live with Master Luc and Lady Leknaat. There were more practical concerns at hand and there was always something to do. It is easy for me to bring those years spent under the whistling pines with the scent of salt in the air to the forefront of my memory. They ended not so long ago and they were like a wonderful rebirth after my entombment at the Temple. I had a new family- a gentle, loving mother and a quiet, but wonderful...And this is where I must stop to decide. Brother? Friend? Or, though it was without a ceremony in those days, a husband?