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[seafronted]

Who: Everyone!
What: Ritornare da Fias
Where: All around the city
When: October 21st through October 27th.

[ Following the royal announcement, many residents of Promenade can be seen in the streets. The city is clearly in the midst of autumn now, with red, orange, and gold leaves on the trees and cooler weather. During the day, the harvest is

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[mortestmamere]

And then he crushed his stepmother's skull with a millstone, avenging himself so that he could live among humankind once more.

[She finishes her gruesome tale with a smile, a group of horrified children staring up at her.]

[no_hometown]

[Though hanging back and not standing among the children themselves, Sephiroth has been quietly listening to her story as well, though he is not horrified.]

[mortestmamere]

[We found her a costume this morning. Christine is still smiling easily when she looks up and notices Sephiroth, her expression dulls a little, not out of displeasure but out of distraction. She pushes up off the rock she had seated herself on, coming to greet him.]

So here he is in person, how imposing.

[no_hometown]

Good evening.

[Sephiroth has no costume, dressed in his usual garb.]

I enjoyed your tale.

[mortestmamere]

[Without asking, she reaches out the touch his hair, toying one of the long ends with her fingertips.]

The Juniper Tree, it's an old one that is not shared so often with children these days.

[no_hometown]

[He ignores her touching his hair, for now.]

I wasn't told any such tales as a child. [Others' childhoods are alien to him, interesting, which was part of the reason he was drawn to the story and the children listening.] Some may wish to spare their children tales of death and violence. [He doesn't see why; they're parts of life.]

[mortestmamere]

It's pointless censorship and it fosters weak-willed children.

[Then again, she had grown up with her father treating zombie prostitutes while his despondent zombie wife descended into flesh hungry madness...]

But perhaps no stories at all could be nearly as detrimental. They should introduce new ideas and imagination.

[no_hometown]

I agree, children shouldn't be spared unpleasant truths.

Perhaps you're right, but the fact remains, I was not told stories. Little to be done about it now.

[He'd grown up with his father, which was a problem in and of itself. He wasn't supposed to know who his father was, but he was more intelligent than Hojo.]

[mortestmamere]

Except to tell you stories.

[She smiles absentmindedly, something about her manner suggests she is... not quite convinced about that.]

Still time to grow... and change... blossoming.

[no_hometown]

I doubt they'd have the same effect on me they have on children. I've passed through my formative years.

Though adults do change as well.

[mortestmamere]

I think you will be quite beautiful in your high summer.

[A scorching blight, withering all that comes near. She wonders what she would see if she were allowed to read his palms.]

But perhaps you will excel at anything set before you.

[no_hometown]

My high summer? And when will that be? [He's amused by her colorful speech]

I have always excelled. [A simple statement of fact. He doesn't say that he always will, because he's not particularly optimistic about the future at the moment.]

[mortestmamere]

The brighter to star, the shorter the life. Perhaps it will be soon.

[no_hometown]

Perhaps you're right. [He doesn't argue with this, not after what he saw happen to his friends. He does feel odd--almost fey--these days.] I won't know while I remain here.

[mortestmamere]

You think your star is frozen, merely because it has been relocated?

[no_hometown]

I believe this is a single, long dream for me. What my mirror shows does not alter.

What happens here will likely not affect my waking life, so yes, that is what I think.