“It must me hard on you.” Elmya hadn’t much bothered to listen to the speaker as she knew the lady all at once from that sort of tone. One of those nameless types who were “charitable”, all it amounted to was a good pair of shoes and pockets so full the lady forgotten she could share. Not that Elmya need sharing mind you but there were plenty of others here who need a good pair of shoes and a full meal. Even if she shouldn’t as she had her girl to consider Elmya wasn’t above given a hand every once and awhile as long as she’d been able to get the hand back. There were all sorts down here she learned after her dear had found courage or whatever the Planet he’d called it. All his little nuisances she’d have given anything to have been able to ignore had been drifting out of her mind since she’d—
“If you need any help?” This time she stopped because ever since she’d found that poor child she’d been having to deal with people pestering her with this question in particular. Most of them were harmless but there’d been a few she’d been certain had been whispering around the corners with boys in blue suits. Down in the slums people didn’t know what those suits meant and Elmya couldn’t say she was any different. There were times when she’d see them that she’d feel a brush of wind, real wind, not the cooling system that keep them from all boiling alive down her against her ears telling her secrets.
Now Elmya couldn’t say she understood a word of it but the wind was whispering warning in her ear and she’d be a fool if she didn’t take heed of them. Those boys were dangerous was all she need in the end.
“Why would you be asking that?” This one was a young thing barely old enough to have understood all the stories people were tell about were little Aeris had been come from. Good thing her poor dear hadn’t come home. He had never been able to have lived with want people were saying about her. It was ridiculous anyway as Aeris was too old to have come from her fooling around with some other solider boy.
Though, sometime the way she’d speak to the wind made her—
“Well, raising a girl all on you—“
“I’m not raising her one my own.” A fool would believe she was. Fools wouldn’t have felt the wind down here even if it had knocked them over good. Elyma wasn’t the type of woman who’d take credit when it wasn’t do her.
“Who’s helping you then?”
She’d seen that poor woman’s eyes, freak eyes like Aeris had, but that wasn’t what she’d notice when she’d been knelling beside her. There’d been an ache in those eyes, one Elmya seen too many times down her. Mother’s unable to protect there children. She’d seen something else there something she could have touched, something more real than an ache.
It’s was the same loneliness Elmya had herself then for her dear gone off on a foolish war. In that woman’s eyes there’d was a woman abandoned by some noble knight wanting what was right and missing it entirely. That’s why Elmya had taken the girl and kept her because someone had to do a woman like that right.
Maybe she’d had another reason for keeping the girl. Ever since the first terrifying encounter with the wind she’d been…well...
“I say it was her mother.” The wind could be staying around whispering in her ear to protect her little girl but Elyma know it wasn’t the only reason. Because that wouldn’t explain why it was kissing her cheek now, in a warm summer’s breeze she could almost remember from her girlhood.
Elmya liked to think someone was doing right by her as well.
FFVII: Elmya/Ifalna
“If you need any help?” This time she stopped because ever since she’d found that poor child she’d been having to deal with people pestering her with this question in particular. Most of them were harmless but there’d been a few she’d been certain had been whispering around the corners with boys in blue suits. Down in the slums people didn’t know what those suits meant and Elmya couldn’t say she was any different. There were times when she’d see them that she’d feel a brush of wind, real wind, not the cooling system that keep them from all boiling alive down her against her ears telling her secrets.
Now Elmya couldn’t say she understood a word of it but the wind was whispering warning in her ear and she’d be a fool if she didn’t take heed of them. Those boys were dangerous was all she need in the end.
“Why would you be asking that?” This one was a young thing barely old enough to have understood all the stories people were tell about were little Aeris had been come from. Good thing her poor dear hadn’t come home. He had never been able to have lived with want people were saying about her. It was ridiculous anyway as Aeris was too old to have come from her fooling around with some other solider boy.
Though, sometime the way she’d speak to the wind made her—
“Well, raising a girl all on you—“
“I’m not raising her one my own.” A fool would believe she was. Fools wouldn’t have felt the wind down here even if it had knocked them over good. Elyma wasn’t the type of woman who’d take credit when it wasn’t do her.
“Who’s helping you then?”
She’d seen that poor woman’s eyes, freak eyes like Aeris had, but that wasn’t what she’d notice when she’d been knelling beside her. There’d been an ache in those eyes, one Elmya seen too many times down her. Mother’s unable to protect there children. She’d seen something else there something she could have touched, something more real than an ache.
It’s was the same loneliness Elmya had herself then for her dear gone off on a foolish war. In that woman’s eyes there’d was a woman abandoned by some noble knight wanting what was right and missing it entirely. That’s why Elmya had taken the girl and kept her because someone had to do a woman like that right.
Maybe she’d had another reason for keeping the girl. Ever since the first terrifying encounter with the wind she’d been…well...
“I say it was her mother.” The wind could be staying around whispering in her ear to protect her little girl but Elyma know it wasn’t the only reason. Because that wouldn’t explain why it was kissing her cheek now, in a warm summer’s breeze she could almost remember from her girlhood.
Elmya liked to think someone was doing right by her as well.