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Rena yawned loudly as she poured herself some Moonberry Juice and sat down at the hand-crafted wooden table, grabbing herself a peach from the bowl in the center. “Good morning, Renawyn.” Ethan’y’len smiled up at her from the book he was reading. Renawyn smiled and nodded at him, taking a bite of the peach. “My, that was some smile.” He chuckled and set the book down. “Rough night?” “You could say that,” Lesara said as she walked into the room and gave her father a hug from behind. “Thus shan’re, Anu.” She stood. “Good morning Rena.” “Thus shan’re, dorithur.” Ethan patted her arm as she trailed it off his shoulder and sat down at the table. Lesara picked up an apple. “Rena had unpleasant dreams last night.” “Oh?” Ethan raised an eyebrow and looked over at his adopted human daughter. Rena shrugged, busy chewing her peach. She stared hard at the table, the hard purplish-brown wood shimmered softly in the morning light. “Alright then…how was your trip Renawyn?” Ethan leaned back in his chair. Renawyn shrugged again. “That bad hm?” Lesara’s brows knitted closer together, her ears drooping to either side. “Falore?” Lesara layed a gentle hand on top of Rena’s idle one. “I’d rat’er not talk about et.” Rena took a more determined bite out of her peach, as though to tell them she was only interested in breakfast. “You don’t say…?” Ethan mused, though his tone hinted worry. He opened his book once more, knowing not to press her further. “That bread crisper thing isn’t working again.” He gestured dismissively in the direction of the little machine sitting on another table near the stove. Renawyn couldn’t resist a grin. “I’ll get right on et, after I finish d’is.” She held up the half-eaten peach. Lesara sighed at the two of them. “Well, I’m not letting you off so easy falore, something is troubling you, besides just the dream. I would like you to join me at the Temple Gardens in Darnassus later hm? And by later I mean before noon, not several days later.” Lesara raised an eyebrow at her, not looking away until Rena agreed. “Good” She stood once more, finishing her apple. “Duty calls, Elune adore, dieb.” She waved over her shoulder as she left the room. Renawyn slouched in her chair. “She only worries for you.” Ethan didn’t look up from his book. “I know.” “It’s probably good you talk about it anyway.” “I know.” Rena sighed. She finished the rest of her breakfast in quiet and then set about tinkering with the bread crisper. What’s d’ere to tell anyway? She thought, opening the little machina up and briefly mused at her ability to think in common now, without even trying. And, once realized, her thoughts churned in Al Bhed instead. It was entirely too frustrating to know precisely who you were, visit what you thought was home and have your whole world explode into the unknown. She began to tighten gears and little bits inside the bread crisper. The crisper was finished entirely too soon for her liking and she frowned at it, closing it back up. “Got anyt’ing else for me to fix?” She smiled hopefully at Ethan. “Hm?” He looked up from his book. “Oh, sorry.” He shook his head. “Looks like you’ll have to go face Lesara now.” He gave her an apologetic smile. “Why can’t Lesara let me be like you?” She smiled at him and gave him a tight hug from behind his chair. He shrugged and chuckled. “She’s still young, give her time to learn patience.” Renawyn patted his shoulder and made her way out of the house, breathing deeply of the rainy Ashenvale woods, just the hint of sea-salt spray in the breeze. “Tyngsuuh!” She whistled sharply and her frostsaber bounded around the side of the house in mere seconds, snuggling her affectionately. She climbed up onto his saddle and steered him toward Auberdine and the boat to Teldrassil, dwelling on the things she had learned in her recent journey… “Yunie!” Rena had rushed up to hug her cousin, and fell to the ground, rather than meeting a solid embrace. “I forgot about that.” She blushed and dusted herself off. “Who are you?” Yuna looked at her, tightening the grip on her staff, the dangling charm in the center of it chimed softly. “How can a pyrefly--?” “No no! Don’t send me!” She felt a brief moment of panic, she wouldn’t get anywhere if she were sent to the Farplane by her own cousin. “I’m not a pyrefly.” She stopped herself and then giggled. “It’s so great to see you!” “Yunie? Yunie it’s me, Rikku.” She gestured at herself, looking down, she suddenly remembered that this Yuna knew a Rikku almost 7 years younger. “Well…that is, I found my way back.” She smiled. “Way back?” Yuna’s eyes narrowed. “Rikku is still here, she’s never left to come back…who are you?” “Wha--?” It couldn’t be…she had been nearly lost in that final battle, woken up on Azeroth. She had to be Rikku. “But I…?” “Yunie!” Renawyn turned to see a fifteen-year-old version of herself running up to them, and straight through her. “Hey, who are you talking to?” Rikku turned to look around bewildered, she looked straight through Rena. Yuna, however, was staring at Rena. “’Ey you two, time for some breakfast yah?” Wakka called. “Sure thing!” Rikku smiled at Yuna. “Come on Yunie!” The younger girl grabbed at Yuna’s hand, but Yuna still stared at Rena. The two of them wore identical looks of confusion. Rikku waved a hand in front of Yuna’s face. “Hello?” “Huh? Oh…sorry.” Yuna smiled down at Rikku, the same, soft smile Rena held in her memory. “I guess I didn’t get enough sleep.” The two walked down the docks toward the village and Wakka calling once more. Yuna glanced back only once over her shoulder. Renawyn stared as Rikku walked off with her, completely oblivious. If that’s Rikku…who am I? Tyngsuuh’s soft growl called Rena back to the present and she looked around, bewildered that she was already on the boat. She gently patted the saber on the shoulder and shook her head, dismounting. Her journey had left her without an identity. She had spent a week there, and couldn’t stand to face any more proof that Rikku had never left. In private, Yuna had given her the charm from the center of her staff and performed a different sort of sending, guiding her spirit back to her body in Azeroth. Rena had been unable to grasp the charm on Spira, but when she woke, reality was clutched in the palm of her left hand, in the form of a tiny charm. *When speaking on Azeroth, the language being used is "Common" other languages are represented in italics untranslated. When speaking on Spira, the language is the one used by most people on Spira, other languages will be in italics untranslated (including Al Bhed). Saronai :: remember :: |
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