Carry me home
Characters: Garnet til Alexandros and Zidane Tribal
Progress: Finished
Summary: After a few weeks of absence, Garnet miraculously re-appears... in Dali. After answering her 'distress call' Zidane rushes to find her.
Location: the village of Dali
Date: February 2nd
Warnings: n/a
To call Garnet confused might have been an understatement, but it was still the word that came closest. Waking up in a field of over-grown grass, she was inclined to beleive that she was dreaming. But dreams were never so tiring, or dirty. After a long walk through the tall grass (made more difficult by the many yards of butter-yellow silk that made up her current dress), she was tired, confused, and above all, dirty. Her skirts were dampened from the dew on the grass, and the hem was now a heavy, soil-smeared brown. The perfectly tailored but simple silk bodice and long matching bell sleeves showed barely a sign of wear, save for the bit of moisture in her sleeves (and that was already drying). There was a time where she might not have minded looking so disheveled, but those days had come and gone. Wearing a dress like that, with the permanent fixtures of the Falcon's Claw dangled from around her neck, and her ornate silver tiara perched atop her head, there was no use trying to identify her as anyone but Queen Garnet til Alexandros the Seventeenth.
It was just lucky for her (and perhaps, also unlucky), that even in the recent surge of technological advancement, Dali had remained the rural, nearly disconnected little village it had always been. And if she noticed the new houses, or the strange new variety of fruit-bearing trees, she did not think much of them.
Out of breath, and trying her best to retain her noble dignity, she'd found her way to the inn, new 'phone' in hand, to inquire about transportation back to Alexandria proper.
Unfortunately, the innkeeper had stepped out. Just her luck. She'd followed his lead, venturing back out into the village, and fidgeting with the odd little piece of technology. True, Lindblum had been working on these for several months, and being as close to the Regent as she was, Garnet had seen them before, but she'd had no time to try using one. And here, she'd been gifted one by an unsuspecting moogle. So, there she sat on the grass beside the chocobo pen, declaring her dress a loss, while one of the chocobo playfully picked at her crown. He'd taken quite a liking to it, and she was almost tempted to let him have it. She could have gone inside the Inn, but in truth, Garnet was never one to waste a sunny day.
Besides that, Zidane was coming after her. It was only due to months of practice that she was able to keep the tiny spark of joy within her from growing out of control. There was once a time, where she would have expected him to do as much, even if she outwardly protested to being treated as a Damsel in Distress (which, she frequently had been, just a few years ago). But things between them had changed...
It was hard to believe that had really been a year ago. She had tried to maintain contact with him, even though it pained her. A letter here and there, a visit now and then. Ever time was a bit easier, and a bit more distant. Ever time they met again, she lost a little more hope.
But, just a few minutes ago, he'd sounded... worried. Genuinely anxious about her well-being, and while it should have been a natural reaction over a concerned friend, Garnet couldn't help feeling just a bit hopeful.
Even if it was false hope.
She continued to tap away on her hand-held communicator, nearly drowning in skirt and underskirt alike, and waited.
Progress: Finished
Summary: After a few weeks of absence, Garnet miraculously re-appears... in Dali. After answering her 'distress call' Zidane rushes to find her.
Location: the village of Dali
Date: February 2nd
Warnings: n/a
To call Garnet confused might have been an understatement, but it was still the word that came closest. Waking up in a field of over-grown grass, she was inclined to beleive that she was dreaming. But dreams were never so tiring, or dirty. After a long walk through the tall grass (made more difficult by the many yards of butter-yellow silk that made up her current dress), she was tired, confused, and above all, dirty. Her skirts were dampened from the dew on the grass, and the hem was now a heavy, soil-smeared brown. The perfectly tailored but simple silk bodice and long matching bell sleeves showed barely a sign of wear, save for the bit of moisture in her sleeves (and that was already drying). There was a time where she might not have minded looking so disheveled, but those days had come and gone. Wearing a dress like that, with the permanent fixtures of the Falcon's Claw dangled from around her neck, and her ornate silver tiara perched atop her head, there was no use trying to identify her as anyone but Queen Garnet til Alexandros the Seventeenth.
It was just lucky for her (and perhaps, also unlucky), that even in the recent surge of technological advancement, Dali had remained the rural, nearly disconnected little village it had always been. And if she noticed the new houses, or the strange new variety of fruit-bearing trees, she did not think much of them.
Out of breath, and trying her best to retain her noble dignity, she'd found her way to the inn, new 'phone' in hand, to inquire about transportation back to Alexandria proper.
Unfortunately, the innkeeper had stepped out. Just her luck. She'd followed his lead, venturing back out into the village, and fidgeting with the odd little piece of technology. True, Lindblum had been working on these for several months, and being as close to the Regent as she was, Garnet had seen them before, but she'd had no time to try using one. And here, she'd been gifted one by an unsuspecting moogle. So, there she sat on the grass beside the chocobo pen, declaring her dress a loss, while one of the chocobo playfully picked at her crown. He'd taken quite a liking to it, and she was almost tempted to let him have it. She could have gone inside the Inn, but in truth, Garnet was never one to waste a sunny day.
Besides that, Zidane was coming after her. It was only due to months of practice that she was able to keep the tiny spark of joy within her from growing out of control. There was once a time, where she would have expected him to do as much, even if she outwardly protested to being treated as a Damsel in Distress (which, she frequently had been, just a few years ago). But things between them had changed...
It was hard to believe that had really been a year ago. She had tried to maintain contact with him, even though it pained her. A letter here and there, a visit now and then. Ever time was a bit easier, and a bit more distant. Ever time they met again, she lost a little more hope.
But, just a few minutes ago, he'd sounded... worried. Genuinely anxious about her well-being, and while it should have been a natural reaction over a concerned friend, Garnet couldn't help feeling just a bit hopeful.
Even if it was false hope.
She continued to tap away on her hand-held communicator, nearly drowning in skirt and underskirt alike, and waited.