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[April 6] [Breath of Fire IV] Food is a Wealth Worth Sharing
Title: Food is a Wealth Worth Sharing
Day/Theme: April 6, 2012 "a new kind of love your life has never allowed"
Series: Breath of Fire IV
Character/Pairing: Scias(/Ursula)
Rating: G
Author's comment: Continuing from my story on April 2nd...
Scias' pockets were bulging, and yet here he was eating alone. Out of some lingering hope that Ursula, busy as she might be with her heavy stack of duties as the empire's ranking general (a burden he believed would snap a lesser woman or man like a twig in a blizzard), would yet grace him with her presence, he had ordered too much. She had asked where he would go with his spoils and he had taken the opportunity to make sure she knew. ...But what his big, secret heart, befuddled with fondness, had taken for intent to follow after was probably nothing more than kind conversation.
He gazed out through his long, drooping hair at the dishes that crowded his table, some half eaten and others untouched. Steamed dumplings, soybeans, mushroom rice, roasted pheasant, and sweetfish, salted and grilled on sticks, along with the sake he preferred, complimented by a pot of jasmine tea. His chopsticks sat across a plate smattered with rice grains and stacked with pointy, needle-thin fish bones. He had eaten a lot of fish on his journey with Princess Nina and Ryu. More than he had ever dined on in wet, nearly landlocked Ludia.
"We fought a huge skeleton fish that was born from a Hex once," he remembered Nina telling him while examining a similar set of bones left behind on her own plate. Ryu had sucked in his cheeks and widened his eyes until they bulged, a silly pantomime of the creature in question. Scias had liked both of them, but his feelings for the princess had developed first. If you didn't mind chattiness or naivete, she was easy to like. ...And when most of the people you encountered on a day to day basis ignored or just didn't like you, what more could one ask for than a girl who would bind up your wounds at the end of a long battle and laugh with, but not at, you and like you even when you didn't see much worth liking yourself.
He could probably still down a little more. He picked a single soybean up between his chopsticks and, while studying it, found the eyes of urchins staring hard at him through the yellow glass window. How many of them would this feast feed? How long should he sulk and let his food grow cold in wait for a woman who would never come? He had been poor and hungry himself at those orphans' age. ...Even his beloved Ursula, in a time she could scarcely remember, had been scooped off the streets.
With the ferocity of one who, for all the zenny in his wallet now, had never stopped being poor, Scias hated wasting food. He nodded and waved the ragtag bunch of children inside.
Day/Theme: April 6, 2012 "a new kind of love your life has never allowed"
Series: Breath of Fire IV
Character/Pairing: Scias(/Ursula)
Rating: G
Author's comment: Continuing from my story on April 2nd...
Scias' pockets were bulging, and yet here he was eating alone. Out of some lingering hope that Ursula, busy as she might be with her heavy stack of duties as the empire's ranking general (a burden he believed would snap a lesser woman or man like a twig in a blizzard), would yet grace him with her presence, he had ordered too much. She had asked where he would go with his spoils and he had taken the opportunity to make sure she knew. ...But what his big, secret heart, befuddled with fondness, had taken for intent to follow after was probably nothing more than kind conversation.
He gazed out through his long, drooping hair at the dishes that crowded his table, some half eaten and others untouched. Steamed dumplings, soybeans, mushroom rice, roasted pheasant, and sweetfish, salted and grilled on sticks, along with the sake he preferred, complimented by a pot of jasmine tea. His chopsticks sat across a plate smattered with rice grains and stacked with pointy, needle-thin fish bones. He had eaten a lot of fish on his journey with Princess Nina and Ryu. More than he had ever dined on in wet, nearly landlocked Ludia.
"We fought a huge skeleton fish that was born from a Hex once," he remembered Nina telling him while examining a similar set of bones left behind on her own plate. Ryu had sucked in his cheeks and widened his eyes until they bulged, a silly pantomime of the creature in question. Scias had liked both of them, but his feelings for the princess had developed first. If you didn't mind chattiness or naivete, she was easy to like. ...And when most of the people you encountered on a day to day basis ignored or just didn't like you, what more could one ask for than a girl who would bind up your wounds at the end of a long battle and laugh with, but not at, you and like you even when you didn't see much worth liking yourself.
He could probably still down a little more. He picked a single soybean up between his chopsticks and, while studying it, found the eyes of urchins staring hard at him through the yellow glass window. How many of them would this feast feed? How long should he sulk and let his food grow cold in wait for a woman who would never come? He had been poor and hungry himself at those orphans' age. ...Even his beloved Ursula, in a time she could scarcely remember, had been scooped off the streets.
With the ferocity of one who, for all the zenny in his wallet now, had never stopped being poor, Scias hated wasting food. He nodded and waved the ragtag bunch of children inside.