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[Dec. 27] [Tales of Rebirth] Spring Waves Mark the Time
Title: Spring Waves Mark the Time
Day/Theme: Dec. 27, 2011 "the spring sea"
Series: Tales of Rebirth
Character/Pairing: Main cast (includes some Annie/Hilda & Veigue/Claire)
Rating: PG
In the far north, at this time of the year, the ocean was still filled with bobbing chunks of ice. Snuggled up in bed and safe from the cold, Claire and Veigue re-read the chunks of letters they received from Milhaust every month. The letters were addressed to Claire, but they also spoke, occasionally grudgingly, sometimes awkwardly, but increasingly in the spirit of friendly camaraderie, to Veigue.
Milhaust told them what he saw as he moved about the country- what was there when he arrived and what was taking shape when he left. He was doing it because he loved his country, certainly- that was a major part of why he had become a knight in the first place, but that was only a box nestled within the larger reason of why he would strive for Callegia unto death if need be. It was Agarte. He said so sometimes, but actually speaking the words or putting them to paper was unnecessary for Claire and Veigue to know. Everyone who met Milhaust knew.
Veigue and Claire could take care of Sulz, Milhaust said, and be content. They had done enough for the kingdom already. He would handle the rest. Spring would come slowly, but beautifully to Sulz while Milhaust moved about through open seas.
Far away in the south, leaving the capital for yet another destination in need, Milhaust picked up his pen to address Veigue and Claire Lungberg once again. Why did he write so often (though he waited each month until its end and shipped the missives off as a single package) and tell them so much? Because it seemed that somewhere along the way, they had become his very dear friends. ...Without Agarte, he needed them.
The river rapids were wildest during the early spring, when the snow melted in the mountains and filled the banks to their brim. Serena made sure that Tytree brought a change of clothes along in his (hopefully waterproof) bag when he went out on his day off to ride them down to the shore. Though he extended the offer to her, she politely turned him down. There was work to be done at home that she'd prefer to put her hand to rather than following a rough ride up with a definite soaking.
Annie could see the ocean from an upstairs window where she lived above her clinic. The surface was glassy. The wind negligible. The light shining on that tantalizingly smooth was red fading into yellow, reflecting the roses of the dawn. It was a sight Annie imagined Hilda would enjoy. ...If only she could convince Hilda to stay. ...But what would she say? "You and I make a good pair?" "Wouldn't it be easier if you brought the kids here and we ran the orphanage together?"
Maybe this was the selling point she was looking for. They'd kept on meeting and parting for the last four years. They both had settled into certain roles, but they were in complimentary positions, weren't they? She and Hilda were both dedicated to helping others and keeping the peace. And wouldn't Hilda, and that handful of rowdy children, love to live beside the spring sea?
The sun was bright enough to bring Eugene and Mao down to the shore, but the water wasn't warm enough for any swimming. Not even for Mao, with his Force of Fire burning bright within him, with his boundless energy, and youthful yearning for fun, fun, and more fun. He toed the wavering waterline, dancing back and forth between the freezing water and gently cool sand. Part of him wanted to wade deeper into the waves, but he just couldn't get past his ankles to take a dip. Would he make the dive, or wouldn't he?
On this stretch of beach, at least, no one else was going to do it. Eugene sat back on a towel they were using as a picnic blanket and watched. Fifteen years out from the last days of Queen Agarte, Mao was still keeping him young. ...Now was that boy (it was hard to say now if Mao should properly be called a boy or not, but he was a son to Eugene and a father could think of his son as he liked) going to swim or was he going to make a tactical retreat and sit down to eat his boxed lunch?
Day/Theme: Dec. 27, 2011 "the spring sea"
Series: Tales of Rebirth
Character/Pairing: Main cast (includes some Annie/Hilda & Veigue/Claire)
Rating: PG
In the far north, at this time of the year, the ocean was still filled with bobbing chunks of ice. Snuggled up in bed and safe from the cold, Claire and Veigue re-read the chunks of letters they received from Milhaust every month. The letters were addressed to Claire, but they also spoke, occasionally grudgingly, sometimes awkwardly, but increasingly in the spirit of friendly camaraderie, to Veigue.
Milhaust told them what he saw as he moved about the country- what was there when he arrived and what was taking shape when he left. He was doing it because he loved his country, certainly- that was a major part of why he had become a knight in the first place, but that was only a box nestled within the larger reason of why he would strive for Callegia unto death if need be. It was Agarte. He said so sometimes, but actually speaking the words or putting them to paper was unnecessary for Claire and Veigue to know. Everyone who met Milhaust knew.
Veigue and Claire could take care of Sulz, Milhaust said, and be content. They had done enough for the kingdom already. He would handle the rest. Spring would come slowly, but beautifully to Sulz while Milhaust moved about through open seas.
Far away in the south, leaving the capital for yet another destination in need, Milhaust picked up his pen to address Veigue and Claire Lungberg once again. Why did he write so often (though he waited each month until its end and shipped the missives off as a single package) and tell them so much? Because it seemed that somewhere along the way, they had become his very dear friends. ...Without Agarte, he needed them.
The river rapids were wildest during the early spring, when the snow melted in the mountains and filled the banks to their brim. Serena made sure that Tytree brought a change of clothes along in his (hopefully waterproof) bag when he went out on his day off to ride them down to the shore. Though he extended the offer to her, she politely turned him down. There was work to be done at home that she'd prefer to put her hand to rather than following a rough ride up with a definite soaking.
Annie could see the ocean from an upstairs window where she lived above her clinic. The surface was glassy. The wind negligible. The light shining on that tantalizingly smooth was red fading into yellow, reflecting the roses of the dawn. It was a sight Annie imagined Hilda would enjoy. ...If only she could convince Hilda to stay. ...But what would she say? "You and I make a good pair?" "Wouldn't it be easier if you brought the kids here and we ran the orphanage together?"
Maybe this was the selling point she was looking for. They'd kept on meeting and parting for the last four years. They both had settled into certain roles, but they were in complimentary positions, weren't they? She and Hilda were both dedicated to helping others and keeping the peace. And wouldn't Hilda, and that handful of rowdy children, love to live beside the spring sea?
The sun was bright enough to bring Eugene and Mao down to the shore, but the water wasn't warm enough for any swimming. Not even for Mao, with his Force of Fire burning bright within him, with his boundless energy, and youthful yearning for fun, fun, and more fun. He toed the wavering waterline, dancing back and forth between the freezing water and gently cool sand. Part of him wanted to wade deeper into the waves, but he just couldn't get past his ankles to take a dip. Would he make the dive, or wouldn't he?
On this stretch of beach, at least, no one else was going to do it. Eugene sat back on a towel they were using as a picnic blanket and watched. Fifteen years out from the last days of Queen Agarte, Mao was still keeping him young. ...Now was that boy (it was hard to say now if Mao should properly be called a boy or not, but he was a son to Eugene and a father could think of his son as he liked) going to swim or was he going to make a tactical retreat and sit down to eat his boxed lunch?