Memoria: Fondest Memory - Group 1
Characters: Minwu, Ceodore, Porom
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Fondest Memory
Location: Memoria
Date: March 13, 1805
Warnings: Adorable bitties?
Whatever nexus this was, Ceodore did not like it. Not one bit. He'd been quietly brooding as they collectively tromped their way south through the most bizzare place he'd ever been in his life. It didn't particularly feel as if it could even be real, made of bits and pieces of well, memories. His, Porom's, the great Minwu's. That much he still found astonishing as well, but after his initial outburst of surprise, he'd just lapsed into the long, heavy silences that seemed to haunt his every steps as they sought to stop the moon at home. One room he was quite certain looked like that eerie place, but had held nothing but the sound of their own footsteps.
It was like a bad dream that he could not wake from.
Until he crossed over into the sunshine of Baron Castle's gardens. He knew when he saw it, that it was not real, at least initially. But then there were the puddles. And he was seven again. The Fabul royals were visiting. Ursula and he had spent the morning jumping and splashing in the puddles after the rainstorm of the night before. Their childish giggling and squealing filled the air, and once they were good and soggy, they set in to make mud pies with borrowed dishes from the kitchens.
Eventually they tired of that game, although it was far faster than one would expect, for a child's attention is never on one task for too long. Ursula wanted to make flower chains and Ceodore told her that it was girly. She retorted that she was a girl and she was going to make them, so there. Stubborn as ever, Ceodore flat refused, but he did go around picking the 'flowers' he was allowed to. Just last week his mother had instructed him that he was not to pluck the blooms the gardeners had worked so hard to grow. So he settled for the weeds that looked like flowers growing in the grassy places: dandelions and clover blossoms.
Just as he got a good fistful of them, a servant came to usher both children inside. They were wanted by their parents.
"Coming~" they crowed in unison, both of them covered in mud. Ursula was crowned with a garland of clover blossoms and Ceodore armed with his collection of weeds.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Fondest Memory
Location: Memoria
Date: March 13, 1805
Warnings: Adorable bitties?
Whatever nexus this was, Ceodore did not like it. Not one bit. He'd been quietly brooding as they collectively tromped their way south through the most bizzare place he'd ever been in his life. It didn't particularly feel as if it could even be real, made of bits and pieces of well, memories. His, Porom's, the great Minwu's. That much he still found astonishing as well, but after his initial outburst of surprise, he'd just lapsed into the long, heavy silences that seemed to haunt his every steps as they sought to stop the moon at home. One room he was quite certain looked like that eerie place, but had held nothing but the sound of their own footsteps.
It was like a bad dream that he could not wake from.
Until he crossed over into the sunshine of Baron Castle's gardens. He knew when he saw it, that it was not real, at least initially. But then there were the puddles. And he was seven again. The Fabul royals were visiting. Ursula and he had spent the morning jumping and splashing in the puddles after the rainstorm of the night before. Their childish giggling and squealing filled the air, and once they were good and soggy, they set in to make mud pies with borrowed dishes from the kitchens.
Eventually they tired of that game, although it was far faster than one would expect, for a child's attention is never on one task for too long. Ursula wanted to make flower chains and Ceodore told her that it was girly. She retorted that she was a girl and she was going to make them, so there. Stubborn as ever, Ceodore flat refused, but he did go around picking the 'flowers' he was allowed to. Just last week his mother had instructed him that he was not to pluck the blooms the gardeners had worked so hard to grow. So he settled for the weeds that looked like flowers growing in the grassy places: dandelions and clover blossoms.
Just as he got a good fistful of them, a servant came to usher both children inside. They were wanted by their parents.
"Coming~" they crowed in unison, both of them covered in mud. Ursula was crowned with a garland of clover blossoms and Ceodore armed with his collection of weeds.