[Fic Dump] - Final Fantasy XII Drabble (Fran, Ashe)
Dawn came soft and low in the Salikawood. The silver starlight that filtered through the thick canopy gave way to the golden light of the sun. The six of them had set up camp in a clearing beside a clear brook. One of the moogles that they had met on the way had mentioned the site as an excellent place to make camp.
“Free from dangers, kupo.” The moogle had told them. “There’s also lots of good resources nearby if you need to stock up on anything.”
The moogle’s words had been true enough and the party had spent the night in the forest, grateful for a chance to sleep with their guard down. It had been the first chance at a peaceful night since leaving the Phon Coast.
Vaan, Penelo and Balthier were on provisions detail, leaving Basch, Ashe and Fran to man the camp while they were gone. Basch was off to the far side of the clearing, sharpening everyone’s weapons to kill time, leaving Fran and Ashe alone to their own personal thoughts.
Ashe sat quietly with a pen and parchment, attempting to record their last few days of travel. Her father had always told her to write down everything she could and that she would be glad of it one day. Part of her had always scoffed at the idea, but had always tried to keep up a book of memories. Rasler had used to tease her about it. She missed him so.
“What are you writing?”
The princess looked up to find Fran standing over her, long ears cocked slightly. She was clad in plain cloth pants and an old shirt, one that possibly looked like it had once belonged to Balthier. It startled Ashe to see the Viera in anything other than her usual armor. It hadn’t ever occurred to Ashe that Fran would own other clothes, but she supposed that it made sense. It couldn’t be comfortable to wear something that looked like it was made out of an old wrought-iron fence.
“Just recording the journey so far. It’s nothing really.”
“So that you can remember it later? That is very wise.” Fran came over and sat down beside Ashe. It was remarkable how gracefully she managed to do it. “Humes have short memories.”
“Viera don’t write things down?” Ashe bristled a little bit. This was the reason why she hadn’t told anyone about her journal before…
“Not often.” Fran began to shake her hair down. “We have long lives and even longer memories. It usually is not necessary.”
“I see.”
Fran began to plait her hair. “I admire you for that.”
“What? What for?”
“Caring so much.”
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“Free from dangers, kupo.” The moogle had told them. “There’s also lots of good resources nearby if you need to stock up on anything.”
The moogle’s words had been true enough and the party had spent the night in the forest, grateful for a chance to sleep with their guard down. It had been the first chance at a peaceful night since leaving the Phon Coast.
Vaan, Penelo and Balthier were on provisions detail, leaving Basch, Ashe and Fran to man the camp while they were gone. Basch was off to the far side of the clearing, sharpening everyone’s weapons to kill time, leaving Fran and Ashe alone to their own personal thoughts.
Ashe sat quietly with a pen and parchment, attempting to record their last few days of travel. Her father had always told her to write down everything she could and that she would be glad of it one day. Part of her had always scoffed at the idea, but had always tried to keep up a book of memories. Rasler had used to tease her about it. She missed him so.
“What are you writing?”
The princess looked up to find Fran standing over her, long ears cocked slightly. She was clad in plain cloth pants and an old shirt, one that possibly looked like it had once belonged to Balthier. It startled Ashe to see the Viera in anything other than her usual armor. It hadn’t ever occurred to Ashe that Fran would own other clothes, but she supposed that it made sense. It couldn’t be comfortable to wear something that looked like it was made out of an old wrought-iron fence.
“Just recording the journey so far. It’s nothing really.”
“So that you can remember it later? That is very wise.” Fran came over and sat down beside Ashe. It was remarkable how gracefully she managed to do it. “Humes have short memories.”
“Viera don’t write things down?” Ashe bristled a little bit. This was the reason why she hadn’t told anyone about her journal before…
“Not often.” Fran began to shake her hair down. “We have long lives and even longer memories. It usually is not necessary.”
“I see.”
Fran began to plait her hair. “I admire you for that.”
“What? What for?”
“Caring so much.”
~