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[Nov. 3, 2006][Suikoden] The Merchant Spy
Title: The Merchant Spy
Day/Theme: Nov. 3, 2006 my pillow won't tell me where he has gone
Series: Suikoden IV
Character/Pairing: Ramada and his wife
Rating: G
He took his jobs so seriously, he kept them a secret from me. So when I awoke in the morning, I rubbed my eyes and looked about, not yet knowing if he was on a job or merely making breakfast. But by the time I made it downstairs I knew. No buttery warmth wafting from the kitchen, no well-worn scarf and jacket hung over a chair, no brightly colored bird shrieking his greetings to me- Ramada was gone.
I wondered where he had vanished away to on that ship of his, accompanied by Mizuki and Akaghi, on some spy work in the mists. He did his work well and with that certain bashful smile plastered on his plain face. But until he returned home, I would worry. The seas were dangerous, with enemy ships and pirates alike, and no amount of trust in my husband's skill could completely assuage my fears that he could be captured, wounded, or killed. Beyond the veil of fog surrounding the small island where we lived my imagination ran wild.
In his absence I kept the house tidy as usual and chattered with the few neighbors we had as though Ramada were only gone on an innocent trading expedition. The stories I wove painted his business as a medium-sized company which dealt in common goods like flax and spices, nothing too exotic. I knew that we needed to keep a low profile. Although we lived on Kooluk territory, it would not do for my husband's true profession to come to light. I was lonely, but successfully holding down the fort made me proud.
And when he returned home after the fall of El Eal, my bespectacled, bare-headed love came back a merchant. He had suffered some wounds during his turn among the defenders of the Island Nations, but he was happier about the cause he had fought for than any other time. We sat on the porch swing and he regaled me with tales of his experience working for Elenor Silverberg. The change of sides had made my husband from a secretive spy into a daring hero. He was going to focus on honest work now, he told me and wrapped his arm around me. He would be a real merchant and bring home to me the pearls and perfumes of Falena.
I was just glad that when I woke up in the morning he could now leave me a note saying where he had gone.
Author's note: They never said Ramada was married, but I like to make up additional things, so there you have it. Besides, with Suikoden IV, there's not always much to work with.
Day/Theme: Nov. 3, 2006 my pillow won't tell me where he has gone
Series: Suikoden IV
Character/Pairing: Ramada and his wife
Rating: G
He took his jobs so seriously, he kept them a secret from me. So when I awoke in the morning, I rubbed my eyes and looked about, not yet knowing if he was on a job or merely making breakfast. But by the time I made it downstairs I knew. No buttery warmth wafting from the kitchen, no well-worn scarf and jacket hung over a chair, no brightly colored bird shrieking his greetings to me- Ramada was gone.
I wondered where he had vanished away to on that ship of his, accompanied by Mizuki and Akaghi, on some spy work in the mists. He did his work well and with that certain bashful smile plastered on his plain face. But until he returned home, I would worry. The seas were dangerous, with enemy ships and pirates alike, and no amount of trust in my husband's skill could completely assuage my fears that he could be captured, wounded, or killed. Beyond the veil of fog surrounding the small island where we lived my imagination ran wild.
In his absence I kept the house tidy as usual and chattered with the few neighbors we had as though Ramada were only gone on an innocent trading expedition. The stories I wove painted his business as a medium-sized company which dealt in common goods like flax and spices, nothing too exotic. I knew that we needed to keep a low profile. Although we lived on Kooluk territory, it would not do for my husband's true profession to come to light. I was lonely, but successfully holding down the fort made me proud.
And when he returned home after the fall of El Eal, my bespectacled, bare-headed love came back a merchant. He had suffered some wounds during his turn among the defenders of the Island Nations, but he was happier about the cause he had fought for than any other time. We sat on the porch swing and he regaled me with tales of his experience working for Elenor Silverberg. The change of sides had made my husband from a secretive spy into a daring hero. He was going to focus on honest work now, he told me and wrapped his arm around me. He would be a real merchant and bring home to me the pearls and perfumes of Falena.
I was just glad that when I woke up in the morning he could now leave me a note saying where he had gone.
Author's note: They never said Ramada was married, but I like to make up additional things, so there you have it. Besides, with Suikoden IV, there's not always much to work with.