Teatime of the Soul
Clef had known that he would eventually feel better, but he hadn't been expecting it to be this sudden. He had woken up feeling as though he could breathe after more than a week of being mentally suffocated by his grief over the apparent destruction of his homeworld. It had colored his mood and interactions with others even when he hadn't particularly been thinking about it, making him come off a little crabbier than normal, and he didn't really like being that person. He didn't like being the kind of person, either, who could think only of his little planet when there was an entire universe in danger. At least now he could think of other things.
There was hope, too - suddenly the thought that the lost worlds could be restored didn't sound so hollow or far away, nor the idea that people from home might still be sleeping in the pods. Anything was possible, and it was worth helping to make sure it happened or that those people woke up. So that's why he was taking a walk in Hydroponics, thinking and making plans. It was quiet here, and the parts that were forest reminded him of the forests of Cephiro no more or less than any other group of trees should - enough to serve as a pleasant background to his thoughts, but not so much as to evoke nostalgia.
Did I mention it was quiet?
It was very quiet.
There was hope, too - suddenly the thought that the lost worlds could be restored didn't sound so hollow or far away, nor the idea that people from home might still be sleeping in the pods. Anything was possible, and it was worth helping to make sure it happened or that those people woke up. So that's why he was taking a walk in Hydroponics, thinking and making plans. It was quiet here, and the parts that were forest reminded him of the forests of Cephiro no more or less than any other group of trees should - enough to serve as a pleasant background to his thoughts, but not so much as to evoke nostalgia.
Did I mention it was quiet?
It was very quiet.