You lift my spirit, take me higher, make me fly

[prez_leg_cramp]

Characters: Laguna, Balthier, and Sephiroth
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Memoria Tiemz
Location: Memoria
Date: February 1804
Warnings: Cuteness?

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[xbalthierx]

Blinking a little, Balthier looked around. A field. Oh for heaven's sake, what was Gaia's deal with sending him to fields?! First the field he woke up in with Selphie and now... here. Wherever here was. Hopefully he wouldn't end up married by the time he got back to the Strahl.

Glancing around, his eyes narrowed on Laguna and then a sigh escaped at the sight of Sephiroth.

"Great..."

[sixth_sefira]

As the glow faded, the gloved hand he'd lifted in the attempt to block out the sudden blinding light lowered to reveal two men standing before him. Turning his head away from the two men, Sephiroth scanned the horizon silently and sighed internally at the fact that it was rather obvious he was no where near Wutai anymore.

He sheathed the Masamune behind his back and closed what distance there was between him and Balthier, one pale eyebrow rising just slighty as he spoke to the rogue, subtle humor at the man's expense lurking in the words despite their current uncertain situation.

"Not much of a challenge, it would seem."

[prez_leg_cramp]

“Laguna?” A soft, female voice called out from behind him

[xbalthierx]

"Through no fault of my own, I assure you. Gaia is a fickle-- what in the world is he doing?" Balthier nodded to Laguna who was talking to himself, or thin air...

Shaking his head slightly, Balthier glanced at the katana. "Over-compensating, much?" An eyebrow was arched as he crossed his arms to watch Laguna.

"If you don't mind, I'd rather we found our way back to something considered civilisation," Balthier called to the President, shaking his head.