It all seems really hazy, you know? That boat- what we saw.

Did that all really happen?

It's so odd to be back, it feels like nothing's changed at all.

...ha.
I guess I was stupid for thinking you'd stay, huh? Nothing stays here.

Even so.

I'm really grateful for the time you were here. Thanks. Thanks for everything, from all of us.

I made too much for dinner. Too many empty plates
Does anyone want any food? It'd be silly to let it go to waste!

[recorded]
Oh, for goodness' sakes. I'm out of practice. Hmm.

[written, a bit hesitantly, but still in her loopy handwriting]

Ashe, would you like to come help me? I'm baking a Mille Feuilles cake.

Larsa, we need to talk.

I think you need to... move. You need a stronger mentor. Someone with political ties.

I remember this holiday from last year. I have to say, it came at a really good time. All of that unrest seems to be quelled.

Maybe, just maybe, we'll all get to be a bit happy?

[a scream, pained and excruciating. terrified.]

Don't touch me, don't touch me! I don't want to- no!
Stop, it hurts- stop! Stop it! I don't want- Let go of me!!

[the shrieks die away into heavy, pained gasps, soon drowned out by tears as Penelo bundles herself into a ball, and muffles herself with her knees.]

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Wow, the lanterns... It's so beautiful! Everything's so pretty!

And my dress... it's so pretty and long...

[giggles as Penelo flaps her sleeves around]

[small drawn etchmarks, tallying up to three hundred and sixty-five]

Huh. A year. I've been here a year now. So much has changed and so little hasn't. Larsa, sweetheart, I think we'll only need to set the table for the two of us tonight, okay? I'll make us something special.

I was stupid to think this place would let me keep him. But, Vaan was ( Read more... )

Lady Chancellor Nachita.
It's weird to do this from here, but I have no other option, and I know it's best.

I have sufficient reason to believe that Councilor Larsa Solidor has gotten himself ill with his service and dedication. I know he will never, ever, ask for leave himself, so I ask you-

No, I beg you, please give Larsa leave from his duty ( Read more... )

[sung on purpose, to herself, with a beautiful, rich voice that has clearly endured much, partially sung to those hurt, partially to herself]

It isn't very difficult to see why ( Read more... )