A question with her for a while, a pure individual enjoying the simplest things. Going from place to place, seeing many sights. Her love for the tiniest detail, relishing in common sentiments.
These familiar feelings, the former knight once experiencing this with another. That mage's hand sadly to her chest, her fading happiness. Her own troubles in mind, this to the mercenary's attention.
"It is because, I won't know if I will be able to enjoy these times again..." Her distant voice.
"What do you mean?" the maiden's hand on her waist, her unease.
Her unsettling sentiments, feeling a similar wave. Knowing it well, a person fighting against their requirement. Unable to escape a trap, searching for a way out. That pure one facing her guard, sadly looking at her.
The mercenary's certainty, something eating away at the mage. Someone concealing her sorrow behind a smile, that action from another. The maiden wanting to do something more, her friend shaking their head in refusal, pushing it aside.
"It is nothing, come on, we still have some time." Happily running up to her guard, grabbing their hand, urging them onward.
Living an event again, the former knight's unease. Failing once before, a similar situation to her. Thinking on the scenario, her uncertainty on the problem. Following that innocent one this afternoon, an individual pointing from one area to the next.
Eventually finding themselves at a fruit store, these many different options. The researcher picking up two, shortly paying for them. Facing her guard, handing one to her.
"These are a rarity this time of the year, go on, try it." Sol brightly smiling at her.
"Is that so? Alright." Her vision on the green and red object.
Its circular shape, the slightly rough texture. These strange things, someone finding the appeal in them. A close connection, those events from the past.
Experiencing it again, an unlikely occurrence coming upon her again. Taking a bite out of it, savoring the piece. Thinking back to the older times, those memories still with her, the warmth washing over her.
Days long ago, the sun shining down on the Kingdom of Valice. Two out in the city, the princess and her knight. Others walking by, their visions to the two. Their knowledge on the maiden, a person from the slums. Their ill words from the shadows, fantasies running wild.
Atlalune's awareness on it, ignoring their displeasure. Taking the time, bringing her companion out into this place. Taking responsibility for her care, giving more to her life. Those friends finding themselves at a fruit store, the wide selection to them.
"Around this time of the year, these ones are great to have." Estelle picking up two fruits, showing them to the knight, her bright smile.
"Alright, give me a moment to pay for them." Atlalune faintly grinning, her hand on her waist.
"Oh nonsense, this is on me." Turning from her companion, her finger to her chin.
"Okay...who are you, and what the hell did you do to Estelle?" the knight scratching her cheek with her index finger.
This person before the guard, her dark top, a grey dress wrapping below. The gentle breeze against them, some dust blowing nearby. Estelle slightly laughing, someone surprising her companion.
An individual constantly searching for ways to lower her cost, something more growing over the passing time. The princess shortly paying for the fruits, soon handing one to her knight. Both taking a bite of their own, the maiden noting the flavor.
"Well, what do you think?" Estelle's hand to her chest, curiously tilting her head at the maiden.
"Sweet, but with a bit of spice. I like it." Atlalune taking another bite.
Experiences eternally with the former knight, someone else bringing them back to her attention. Relishing in this bliss, the maiden biting into the fruit. A slightly bitter yet sweet taste, this strange combination.
Her vision to the researcher, that one enjoying her own. The mercenary turning to her side, her eyes to the sky. Watching the birds flying across, taking in the scent of the nearby sea.
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"What do you think about it?" Sol curiously titling her head at the former knight.
"It is an interesting one, a bit bitter, but also sweet. It is something I can get used to." Atlalune biting into it again.
"Right? These fruits produces a certain fluid that can be addictive. Every now and then it is okay to consume, but don't let yourself get wrapped up in it." The mage pleasantly raising her finger.
"I will keep that in mind." Glancing to the noble-woman, faintly smiling at her.
An individual relishing in her passion, seeking further knowledge in her preference. Those eyes of the sun, someone reflecting another. Doing her best, concealing her sorrow. These sentiments to the maiden, her unsettling feelings.
Foolishly progressing into enemy territory, choosing to trust in one. This hasty beating in her chest, following its guiding pull. These two shortly continuing their day, eventually coming across an old statue on the far side of the port.
"There is much I do, but what I really want is to unravel the past. I want to know the secrets of the Iconoclast, on what really happened so long ago." Sol's hands to her chest, facing the maiden.
"You can do anything you wish to do." Her soft words to the mage.
"I am not so sure about that..." Sadly turning from the former knight.
Words making the young woman happy, yet something lingering at the back of her mind. This feeling to the mercenary, standing in blackness. Watching her friend from the side, that one calling out to her.
Unable to move past this barrier, the maiden yearning to break through it. This helpless feeling in her, trying to figure out the possibilities. Failing someone once, not wishing to do so again to another.
"Sol, what are you hiding?" Atlalune folding her arms, her concerning vision on them.
"Some family troubles. If we are around each other long enough, I will tell you..." Lowering her head.
Unable to do anything more, her job not extending this far. This person refusing to speak, containing her despair. An agreement between the two, another issue outside of the requirement.
The mercenary's gripping emotions, a similar pattern to the past. Pounding against the wall in the darkness, trying to get through the barrier. Screaming out to her friend, that noble-woman depressingly falling to their knees.
"It matters not what the job is. If you need me to do something, I will ensure to succeed." Her hand on the mage's shoulder.
These warm feelings to the researcher, wondering on the reason for the former knight to go this far. Their meeting on an unlikely night, a job coming from it. Something more extending, their journey to this point.
One yearning to bring meaning to the demise of the princess, a path outside of it. The noble-woman's uncertainty, shortly facing the mercenary.
"Our agreement was that I find Tiamat who attacked Valice five years ago. This has nothing to do with it, so why...?" gripping her arms, looking away.
"I am not all contracts and money ya know. If you feel in danger, then I will strike down your enemies." Atlalune turning from her, her hand on her waist.
"Heh...I will keep your offer in mind..." Sol slightly smiling, her reddening face.
"Alright, then we will leave it at that until further notice." The mercenary looking back to her, grinning a bit.
There is nothing more I can do, I will just have to wait and see what is troubling her so much.
A bright flower in a miserable realm, someone containing her sorrow. This quirky person following her passion, yearning to unravel the past.
A mercenary wanting to give her that wish, an issue with their family. Her uncertainty on the dilemma, patiently awaiting the pure one to speak on it.
Heading onward with their day, soon boarding a ship to Valice. Eyes on them from the corners, the maiden feeling unease. Hours going by, the bleeding moon shining down its light.
That beautiful night sky, the ship far out in the ocean. From between dimensions, the Iconoclast's eyes on the two below. Atlalune bracing back against the railing, Sol leaning on it.
"I've been wondering, did you love princess Estelle?" the noble-woman biting her lower lip.
"Hah, that obvious?" the former knight looking above.
"Didn't think you'd admit it that easily." Surprisingly looking to her guard.
"There is no point in denying it." Her eyes to her side.
Everything slipping away on a dreadful night, a knight falling into a trap. That person's last words to her, dying in her arms. A god flying away in the dusk, those pinning the princess' demise on the maiden.
Searching for her target for years, desiring to bring meaning to Estelle's death. Eventually meeting another, a noble-woman reflecting a precious individual.
"Did she feel the same?" facing the mercenary, her hands to her chest.
"Never got the chance to ask. That moment slipped when I walked into a trap that was supposed to be an assassination mission to free her." Atlalune lowering her head, her distant eyes.
"Oh right...what else can you tell me about your mission?" Sol sadly gripping her upper arm, her vision to her side.
"I was to assassinate the king of Laquel. This was the chance I was given to save her, by doing one reckless job. When I arrived, my target wasn't there. What waited was an ambush, and I would learn, it was a diversion to attack Valice. When I got back, it was only in time to hear her dying words." The former knight holding her arm, her sad eyes.
An event eternally with her, quickly working. Carefully proceeding, yearning to put an end to the conflict. Desiring to free the princess, everything falling apart. These ill emotions inside of her, constantly playing different scenarios.
The researcher hearing this, seeing the lengths the maiden is willing to go. Her pointless effort, losing someone important to her. Approaching movements from the shadows, enemies surrounding the two. That mage moving closer to her guard, uneasily holding onto the mercenary.
"Had a feeling it was something like this." Atlalune's serious vision on them.
"We are getting paid good money to make sure you sink to the bottom of the sea." One smiling, folding his arms.
Pieces in place, their purpose to bring down the former knight. An unsettling situation, these many foes around her. Carefully analyzing her surroundings, reaching into her bag, gripping two knives.
A ripple from the water below, the heavily shaking area. This alarming development, Sol screaming out. The noble-woman tightly clinging to the maiden, an enormous vortex swirling around the ship.
"Get me behind me Sol!" Atlalune urging, facing behind.