[Video] -004- Curiosity killed the not-cat.
[ Inconspicuously, the video feed turns on to that of the little White Magess, seated at her desk. She's hunched over, scribbling something rather fast on a piece of paper, her lips curled in thought. ]
Hmm... I just don't know...
[ Suddenly, she looks up, bright blue eyes narrowed, still in thought. She doesn't seem surprised that the device is on; instead, she leans over on one arm, side of her face cupped in her hand, opposite fingers idly twirling the chocobo feather she was using. ]
Does anyone know the story of the Magical Sandmoth? I mean, from what I've gathered, he's a great Sandmoth that flitters through the night sky, delivering peace and happiness to all the people of the world. Oh! And he looks like this...
[ She pauses, picking up the piece of paper. On it is a crudely drawn butterfly-looking... thing. What's most interesting about the drawing are the patterns on the wings: what looks likes narrowed, angry eyes are near the tops of the wings. When she's certain whomever's watching has gotten a good look, she puts the paper back down on the desk. ]
Personally, I think it's just a child's fairytale. All of the Sandmoths I've encountered in my lifetime were either docile, or mean. They did not seem to have the capacity to even bolster a shred of peace, let alone magic...
I guess I'll just keep wondering...
[ She sighs, and goes back to scribbling on the paper. ]
Hmm... I just don't know...
[ Suddenly, she looks up, bright blue eyes narrowed, still in thought. She doesn't seem surprised that the device is on; instead, she leans over on one arm, side of her face cupped in her hand, opposite fingers idly twirling the chocobo feather she was using. ]
Does anyone know the story of the Magical Sandmoth? I mean, from what I've gathered, he's a great Sandmoth that flitters through the night sky, delivering peace and happiness to all the people of the world. Oh! And he looks like this...
[ She pauses, picking up the piece of paper. On it is a crudely drawn butterfly-looking... thing. What's most interesting about the drawing are the patterns on the wings: what looks likes narrowed, angry eyes are near the tops of the wings. When she's certain whomever's watching has gotten a good look, she puts the paper back down on the desk. ]
Personally, I think it's just a child's fairytale. All of the Sandmoths I've encountered in my lifetime were either docile, or mean. They did not seem to have the capacity to even bolster a shred of peace, let alone magic...
I guess I'll just keep wondering...
[ She sighs, and goes back to scribbling on the paper. ]