incomplete.
Who: Rikku (
kleptoness) and anybody.
What: She’s reminiscing okay.
Where: Docks.
When: RIGHT NOW. SO GET ON IT.
The docks, it seemed, were sort of the center point of Nuadoria; everybody met there, and a lot of people actually arrived there. The sea-if it could be called that since she had never seen anything go in or come out-had a weird calming effect, and a person’s mind wasn’t as fuzzy around it. There was no question that it was a nice change to the odd sensation of walking around town and getting too close to a place you obviously weren’t supposed to be, only to find yourself running in the opposite direction a few seconds later because you couldn’t stand the smell of the dilapidated brick or the sight of the too-shiny shards of glass.
Though Rikku hadn’t yet figured out exactly why she was in Nuadoria, she had figured out that it messed with her senses something fierce. She had woken up one day unable to see much of anything around her, and had lain in bed for at least two hours until her sight returned. A week ago, she had been wandering near the library, remembering how wonderful it had looked when she and Heine had blow it up, and out of nowhere, the fabric of her fingerless gloves had been so rough against her hands, almost prickling, and she’d been forced to take them off and hold her arms to her sides to avoid touching anything. It wasn’t a fun existence, but she figured that it could have been worse-at least she had been able to taste everything, even if it was with a strange intensity that she had never before experienced.
The wood around her creaked as low waves lapped against them and her ears automatically perked to the noise; it seemed that her hearing would be either suffering or benefiting today.
A low sigh escaped her throat as she stared out to the fake-ocean, letting her mind wander. Feet hanging off the edge of the wooden boardwalk, it was so easy to lose herself in memories. If she closed her eyes-which she did-she could almost imagine that she was in Kilika. She could almost see the thatched huts, the boats floating up and down the canals. This was the isle before Sin, before it had been ravaged and destroyed. Before the Youth League had taken over and built their headquarters through the woods.
She had only been to Kilika once as a child, with her father. Under the half-cover of twilight, of course, lest they be thrown out because of their race. The memories were vague, fuzzy, but they were enough. She had seen her first monkey there, a little brown squatter with a ring of white fur around its neck. The creature had stolen a papaya from a fruit stall, and she had watched with rapt attention as it knocked down part of the canopy in order to distract the owner. Later she had begged her father in their native tongue-because she could only speak a few words of English then-to take the animal home, but he had firmly told her that it wouldn’t survive in the desert. Because it wouldn’t survive outside of its natural habitat.
It was a lucky thing that the young Al Bhed wasn’t too much like that monkey, else she would have died already, having been gone from her own habitat for so long.
A few days had turned to weeks, and she knew that in no time at all it would be a few months. She had been gone for this long before, but she had usually given Cid a rough idea of where she’d be. But this time she hadn’t-she’d just told him that she’d be around Djose. He was bound to check up on her, but when he found out she was no longer at the temple he would surely throw a fit. Though overprotective, the maytan had always made time for his youngest child, and it almost pained her not to be able to see him. But then she had already decided that this was an adventure, and if she imagined even harder, she could pretend that she was on a boat instead of some lost little island.
kleptoness) and anybody.
What: She’s reminiscing okay.
Where: Docks.
When: RIGHT NOW. SO GET ON IT.
The docks, it seemed, were sort of the center point of Nuadoria; everybody met there, and a lot of people actually arrived there. The sea-if it could be called that since she had never seen anything go in or come out-had a weird calming effect, and a person’s mind wasn’t as fuzzy around it. There was no question that it was a nice change to the odd sensation of walking around town and getting too close to a place you obviously weren’t supposed to be, only to find yourself running in the opposite direction a few seconds later because you couldn’t stand the smell of the dilapidated brick or the sight of the too-shiny shards of glass.
Though Rikku hadn’t yet figured out exactly why she was in Nuadoria, she had figured out that it messed with her senses something fierce. She had woken up one day unable to see much of anything around her, and had lain in bed for at least two hours until her sight returned. A week ago, she had been wandering near the library, remembering how wonderful it had looked when she and Heine had blow it up, and out of nowhere, the fabric of her fingerless gloves had been so rough against her hands, almost prickling, and she’d been forced to take them off and hold her arms to her sides to avoid touching anything. It wasn’t a fun existence, but she figured that it could have been worse-at least she had been able to taste everything, even if it was with a strange intensity that she had never before experienced.
The wood around her creaked as low waves lapped against them and her ears automatically perked to the noise; it seemed that her hearing would be either suffering or benefiting today.
A low sigh escaped her throat as she stared out to the fake-ocean, letting her mind wander. Feet hanging off the edge of the wooden boardwalk, it was so easy to lose herself in memories. If she closed her eyes-which she did-she could almost imagine that she was in Kilika. She could almost see the thatched huts, the boats floating up and down the canals. This was the isle before Sin, before it had been ravaged and destroyed. Before the Youth League had taken over and built their headquarters through the woods.
She had only been to Kilika once as a child, with her father. Under the half-cover of twilight, of course, lest they be thrown out because of their race. The memories were vague, fuzzy, but they were enough. She had seen her first monkey there, a little brown squatter with a ring of white fur around its neck. The creature had stolen a papaya from a fruit stall, and she had watched with rapt attention as it knocked down part of the canopy in order to distract the owner. Later she had begged her father in their native tongue-because she could only speak a few words of English then-to take the animal home, but he had firmly told her that it wouldn’t survive in the desert. Because it wouldn’t survive outside of its natural habitat.
It was a lucky thing that the young Al Bhed wasn’t too much like that monkey, else she would have died already, having been gone from her own habitat for so long.
A few days had turned to weeks, and she knew that in no time at all it would be a few months. She had been gone for this long before, but she had usually given Cid a rough idea of where she’d be. But this time she hadn’t-she’d just told him that she’d be around Djose. He was bound to check up on her, but when he found out she was no longer at the temple he would surely throw a fit. Though overprotective, the maytan had always made time for his youngest child, and it almost pained her not to be able to see him. But then she had already decided that this was an adventure, and if she imagined even harder, she could pretend that she was on a boat instead of some lost little island.