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[May 24, 2008][Final Fantasy Tactics] A Wet Midwinter's Day
Title: A Wet Midwinter's Day
Day/Theme: May 24, 2008 "When a woman learns to walk, she's not dependent any more"
Series: Final Fantasy Tactics
Character/Pairing: Ramza, Rapha, Mustadio, Agrias, etc.
Rating: PG
"So, it's Midwinter's Day, great leader," Mustadio teased Ramza. "Are we going to eat cake and burn the Yule log? Or are we just going to sit around in the drizzle feeling miserable and sorry for ourselves?"
"I haven't celebrated Midwinter since I was a little girl," Sylvie remarked cooly. The dead fire sparked one last time before fizzling out for good from the damp and lack of tending.
"I bet we could do something fun if we went down into Lesalia!" Mustadio suggested cheerily. "It's the royal capital, after all! I bet they've got out some great wreaths of holly and pine cones right about now and those white cakes that are all the rage up north!"
"You don't eat a white cake on Midwinter in Goug?" Agrias asked, seeming to perk up slightly. Ramza was glad to hear her speak. It seemed as though it had been days since he had heard anything from her more substantial than a cough.
"It's traditionally a chocolate cake, sprinkled like snow with powdered sugar," Mustadio explained, his eyes lighting up as he imagined the beloved treat.
"My mother, Sylvie smiled slyly, "Wouldn't let us eat cake on Midwinter's. She said it would make you fat for the whole year." The women in the group tittered like finches over her story.
Ramza turned suddenly, feeling Rapha tug on the cloak he was attempting to share with the runaway girl. In truth, it had proved hard to share, so the majority of the fabric was wrapped over her head and around her shoulders. She sobbed quietly into the heavy fabric.
"Rapha?" Ramza whispered, not wanting to draw attention to her tears. Fortunately, Sylvie had begun to elaborate on her story, drawing the focus of the group away to her awkward past.
"W-we," Rapha choked out fitfully, "W-we used to eat a wh-white cake on Midwinter's Day with the d-duke!"
Ramza opened his arms and she fell into them, leaning weakly against his cold, moist armor. "Oh, Ramza!" she sighed ruefully. She was glad to know the truth, but how all of it hurt! And Malach just wouldn't listen! Not only that, but he was dragging Ramza into this too! She never wanted to see a white Yule cake again.
Day/Theme: May 24, 2008 "When a woman learns to walk, she's not dependent any more"
Series: Final Fantasy Tactics
Character/Pairing: Ramza, Rapha, Mustadio, Agrias, etc.
Rating: PG
"So, it's Midwinter's Day, great leader," Mustadio teased Ramza. "Are we going to eat cake and burn the Yule log? Or are we just going to sit around in the drizzle feeling miserable and sorry for ourselves?"
"I haven't celebrated Midwinter since I was a little girl," Sylvie remarked cooly. The dead fire sparked one last time before fizzling out for good from the damp and lack of tending.
"I bet we could do something fun if we went down into Lesalia!" Mustadio suggested cheerily. "It's the royal capital, after all! I bet they've got out some great wreaths of holly and pine cones right about now and those white cakes that are all the rage up north!"
"You don't eat a white cake on Midwinter in Goug?" Agrias asked, seeming to perk up slightly. Ramza was glad to hear her speak. It seemed as though it had been days since he had heard anything from her more substantial than a cough.
"It's traditionally a chocolate cake, sprinkled like snow with powdered sugar," Mustadio explained, his eyes lighting up as he imagined the beloved treat.
"My mother, Sylvie smiled slyly, "Wouldn't let us eat cake on Midwinter's. She said it would make you fat for the whole year." The women in the group tittered like finches over her story.
Ramza turned suddenly, feeling Rapha tug on the cloak he was attempting to share with the runaway girl. In truth, it had proved hard to share, so the majority of the fabric was wrapped over her head and around her shoulders. She sobbed quietly into the heavy fabric.
"Rapha?" Ramza whispered, not wanting to draw attention to her tears. Fortunately, Sylvie had begun to elaborate on her story, drawing the focus of the group away to her awkward past.
"W-we," Rapha choked out fitfully, "W-we used to eat a wh-white cake on Midwinter's Day with the d-duke!"
Ramza opened his arms and she fell into them, leaning weakly against his cold, moist armor. "Oh, Ramza!" she sighed ruefully. She was glad to know the truth, but how all of it hurt! And Malach just wouldn't listen! Not only that, but he was dragging Ramza into this too! She never wanted to see a white Yule cake again.