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[Jan. 8][Tales of Legendia] Miss Moon
Title: Miss Moon
Day/Theme: Jan. 8, 2009 "ghost in the morning moon"
Series: Tales of Legendia
Character/Pairing: Shirley, Fenimore, Senel, Thyra
Rating: PG
The hour before dawn was said to be a time of communication between the land of the living and the land of the dead. Shirley didn't know what had caused her to wake as such a strange time, but there she was, wide awake, staring into the darkness of her little flower-filled room. No matter how she encouraged Thyra and Maurits to us the place for something else, they always kept it as it was for her use when she came to visit the Village of the Ferines. Senel snored away in the bed beside her, snuggling closer to the warmth of her body after the sudden burst of cold air that had touched him when she sat up. Fenimore had shared this bed with her before, keeping her close when she had fought with her feelings for Senel and her doubts about the second Rite of Accession. ...Fenimore...
To her right she could see the moon, headed toward its setting shrouded by a mist of lilac clouds, wispy and ghoulish in the frosty light. She shook for a moment, quaking nervous as a sheet. A silhouette had passed by the window, with long, flowing pigtails, like Fenimore...or Thyra. But why would Thyra be wandering outside on a cold night like this, before dawn of all times?
"Fenimore..." she whispered, wondering if ghosts were real. "Could the spirits of the dead really hear her if she spoke to them at this magical time? ...Would it really hurt to try? Senel, though he was a deep sleeper, was right here to protect her if there was any trouble.
"Fenimore...I miss you. I have lots of friends now, even your younger sister, but you're still so important to me. You meant something to me that no one else ever will. I learned a lot from you, and I like to think that you learned a couple of things from me too. So don't worry, Fenimore. I'll never forget you."
The clouds slid slowly across the face of the moon, leaving it bare and honest, like a motherly face. Fenimore could look like that, when she put her bitterness aside and showed her sincere feelings to someone, like Shirley, that she hoped to protect. The way the moonbeams shone softly through the window, sliding over the sheets and up to caress her cheek was like Fenimore's gentle touch (the friendly kind that followed a bonk on the head). Shirley could see her as she stared at the moon, smiling down at her, until she fell asleep.
Day/Theme: Jan. 8, 2009 "ghost in the morning moon"
Series: Tales of Legendia
Character/Pairing: Shirley, Fenimore, Senel, Thyra
Rating: PG
The hour before dawn was said to be a time of communication between the land of the living and the land of the dead. Shirley didn't know what had caused her to wake as such a strange time, but there she was, wide awake, staring into the darkness of her little flower-filled room. No matter how she encouraged Thyra and Maurits to us the place for something else, they always kept it as it was for her use when she came to visit the Village of the Ferines. Senel snored away in the bed beside her, snuggling closer to the warmth of her body after the sudden burst of cold air that had touched him when she sat up. Fenimore had shared this bed with her before, keeping her close when she had fought with her feelings for Senel and her doubts about the second Rite of Accession. ...Fenimore...
To her right she could see the moon, headed toward its setting shrouded by a mist of lilac clouds, wispy and ghoulish in the frosty light. She shook for a moment, quaking nervous as a sheet. A silhouette had passed by the window, with long, flowing pigtails, like Fenimore...or Thyra. But why would Thyra be wandering outside on a cold night like this, before dawn of all times?
"Fenimore..." she whispered, wondering if ghosts were real. "Could the spirits of the dead really hear her if she spoke to them at this magical time? ...Would it really hurt to try? Senel, though he was a deep sleeper, was right here to protect her if there was any trouble.
"Fenimore...I miss you. I have lots of friends now, even your younger sister, but you're still so important to me. You meant something to me that no one else ever will. I learned a lot from you, and I like to think that you learned a couple of things from me too. So don't worry, Fenimore. I'll never forget you."
The clouds slid slowly across the face of the moon, leaving it bare and honest, like a motherly face. Fenimore could look like that, when she put her bitterness aside and showed her sincere feelings to someone, like Shirley, that she hoped to protect. The way the moonbeams shone softly through the window, sliding over the sheets and up to caress her cheek was like Fenimore's gentle touch (the friendly kind that followed a bonk on the head). Shirley could see her as she stared at the moon, smiling down at her, until she fell asleep.