The blonde girl was already inside the car, feet resting lightly against the pedals. She pondered his question for a moment, waiting until she figured he was within hearing distance before answering. "A place a few hours out of here," she answered vaguely, trying not to concentrate too hard on the images of the true Home burning to the ground after the attack, its protective walls reduced to crumbling rock and shattered metal. She had seen enough of that two years ago, and banished the mental picture. Reggio Calabria was her home now, or as close as she'd ever have again. "A big city seemed appropriate after being raised as a small-town girl." Her lips flashed to a rueful grin as she thought of how Home had indeed been less than an eight of the size of this city; all of the Al Bhed had been banished there, every single one of them. It was a miracle that they hadn't been killed by disease or something of the sort before the order to wipe them out had been given.
And another miracle that she'd gone back just in time to see her birthplace go down in all its blazing glory. She still hadn't forgiven Cid for blowing it up, but she would get over it eventually. It had been necessary, as she'd told herself time and time again.
"He won me in that auction a few weeks ago," she said idly, tapping her fingers lightly on the steering wheel, getting a good feel of the rubber and metal and plastic. How she loved the texture of it. "He was my escort to the masquerade, but we didn't see much of each other." Another grin, but less wry; she'd enjoyed herself, despite the lack of proper escort. She had seen everyone worth seeing, and that had been enough to file them away in her mental cabinet of who had what and how much.
Spiraled eyes glanced towards his hair and she gave a half-shrug; it would grow out in time, and she didn't bother imagining what he'd look like. She wasn't sure she would be able to anyways-he looked fine the way he was, as far as she was concerned. With a few more days of sleep and the potion she'd brought him, he'd be good as new.
The potion. Right.
Yellow-polished fingers slipped into one of two pouches at her waist, and she pulled out a vial filled with clear liquid. "Here," she said lightly, twirling the tube between her fingers before holding it out to him. "This'll make you feel better."
And another miracle that she'd gone back just in time to see her birthplace go down in all its blazing glory. She still hadn't forgiven Cid for blowing it up, but she would get over it eventually. It had been necessary, as she'd told herself time and time again.
"He won me in that auction a few weeks ago," she said idly, tapping her fingers lightly on the steering wheel, getting a good feel of the rubber and metal and plastic. How she loved the texture of it. "He was my escort to the masquerade, but we didn't see much of each other." Another grin, but less wry; she'd enjoyed herself, despite the lack of proper escort. She had seen everyone worth seeing, and that had been enough to file them away in her mental cabinet of who had what and how much.
Spiraled eyes glanced towards his hair and she gave a half-shrug; it would grow out in time, and she didn't bother imagining what he'd look like. She wasn't sure she would be able to anyways-he looked fine the way he was, as far as she was concerned. With a few more days of sleep and the potion she'd brought him, he'd be good as new.
The potion. Right.
Yellow-polished fingers slipped into one of two pouches at her waist, and she pulled out a vial filled with clear liquid. "Here," she said lightly, twirling the tube between her fingers before holding it out to him. "This'll make you feel better."
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