Melody No. 1 ~ Waking in Mayfield

[thelittlecanary]

 [Just as her last adventure began, the girl snaps out of a dream and awakens with a start, bolting up in a bed that is too small and stiff to be hers.] Wh...

[As this new reality sets in, she can only stare around the room, which seems cramped in comparison to her royal bedchamber. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed into slippers that can'

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[perorates]

So you've decided to grace this wretched town with your presence, have you? . . . Welcome, little canary, to your new cage. I do hope you're enjoying yourself.

[thelittlecanary]

Kuja. [For her, there's no forgetting that voice. She pauses to compose herself.] I have spoken with Zidane. I know that this is your cage as much as it is mine.

[perorates]

[He lets out a short, airy (and bitter) laugh. How the situation has changed so little.] So it is. . . . Myself, Zidane, and yourself -- who next? Would you care to wager a guess, Your Majesty?

[thelittlecanary]

[Her stomach churns at his tittering. Why must he treat this like a game?] No. I would never wish this on any of my friends.

[perorates]

No?

You'd rather suffer a lonely stay where this fate might not befall these friends of yours. How appropriately considerate of you.

[thelittlecanary]

I am content knowing my friends will not suffer [meeting you ever again,] and I shall be far from lonely here.

[perorates]

[He's wearing a laughing face. Garnet can probably hear the laughter in this tone.] Is it that you intend to replace them?

[thelittlecanary]

[Stiffens, balling a hand into a fist.] My friends are not expendable, though you would never understand that.