[ one of the many around here, but they're a dime a dozen offering useless words that mean little. it's not shadow who orchestrated this to give it to someone, but knowing he cannot move it and someone else can, putting it into their care lifts any amount of weight off him.
until that same green chocobo walks through a bush, wing still battered from what shadow has done, but as frightened as it is there is a photograph in its mouth. something he might have dropped, the bird thinks, but the truth is that shadow had willingly parted with it.
it reminds him of old days, days that are no more, and even he can tell from the size and colors of that image which one it is. the bird holds onto it, worried, but quick to startle as soon as it realizes the situation here. the area seems a little worse than it was before, that flower it wanted to eat is now in someone else's hands.
is this person mad at the bird too?
the stress and concern from this is radiating in waves. ]
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[ one of the many around here, but they're a dime a dozen offering useless words that mean little. it's not shadow who orchestrated this to give it to someone, but knowing he cannot move it and someone else can, putting it into their care lifts any amount of weight off him.
until that same green chocobo walks through a bush, wing still battered from what shadow has done, but as frightened as it is there is a photograph in its mouth. something he might have dropped, the bird thinks, but the truth is that shadow had willingly parted with it.
it reminds him of old days, days that are no more, and even he can tell from the size and colors of that image which one it is. the bird holds onto it, worried, but quick to startle as soon as it realizes the situation here. the area seems a little worse than it was before, that flower it wanted to eat is now in someone else's hands.
is this person mad at the bird too?
the stress and concern from this is radiating in waves. ]