V A G A B O N D

   The vestal’s only response to the other’s  was  a  smile–  Florem    was not exactly about its flamboyant citizens or  beauty  contests     for her– Florem was where Olivia, Vestal of Water, once resided    and the flowers would always remind her of  the  vibrant  days  of    their simple but joyous days of childhood.

   At the vagrant’s next remark, a brow rises in question. A  change    in appearance? A hand mindfully combs through  her  brown hair,    long and slightly unkempt as ever. That wasn’t it– or maybe it was    her height? She may have gotten taller since they last saw each    other.

   "Have I grown? I do not think anything else has changed   about  me,“    Ringabel was still the tallest however, and it helped him  attract more    women. Many people were attracted to those taller for  some  reason.    "And it is nice to see that you are…still you.”  Like  their conversation    long ago, even if it was him from  the  first  world,  the third  world   or    even if he was a living paradox he was still the one who brought them    all together. She was forever grateful for that.

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   Lips curled into a smile as she sees that he appears to be well— he was  just    as he was. He  did not  seem  to  age  as  well;  did  their  seven  years  apart    not wear him out? It was an advantage  for  him  at  least—  most  people  find    youthful appearances more pleasing to the eyes, after all. Either way, she felt      that the blonde Eternian Sky Knight would be more pleased to see him here—    she and Ringabel did not converse as often as they had, but she still trusted him    all the same. 

   At his question, silence hung in the air as she thinks of an appropriate response.    Back at her apartment, a certain fairy stays with her and their encounter was not    very pleasing at first. She does not wish to tell him now, for it would be unbecoming    of her to spoil the day— she understood how he might feel.

   ”I am faring well, thank you,” she replies, eyes on him once more. “It  has  been     about two months since I first came here and it is a relief to see a familiar face.     And you, Ringabel?” Around her the flowers scream  of  vibrant  colors,  and  it     crosses her mind that she has not experienced a proper spring yet— Florem was     beautiful, truly, but they did not venture there to enjoy the flora.

┉▌┊❖┊┉┉    ‘Displacement’ was one word Ringabel might use to describe their current situation, though it did not sound nearly as unorthodox or frustrating as it was playing out to be. Though there was much he was willing to openly embrace and explore in this new dimension, he still bears a single task in mind and one he was yet determined to fulfill–Such resolve hasn’t wavered in the slightest.     There are of course few comforts despite this, one such being the sight of his companion with both spirit and body seemingly healthy and sound. It was all he would ever wholeheartedly wish to see for any variation of her–or them–, and even now a genuine smile replaces his somewhat anxious expression from before with an energy nearly as vibrant as the colors they are surrounded by.              ❝I couldn’t ever wish for any greater answer from you!                  As of now, I can easily say the same for myself–Simply                  taking an evening to revel in the ambiance and aroma,                  is all. Ah.. Such a beautiful scenery. It almost reminds                   one of Florem, doesn’t it?❞

   Before she knew it, it had been two months since Agnes came to this city. Her    homesickess and worry slowly passed, but Luxendarc will always, always  be    in her heart. The vestal missed her friends  as  well,  not  really  hearing  about    them ever since things got busy for her. The  Orthodoxy  took  up  most  of  her      time and while she was utterly devoted to her duties,  it  never  hurt  to  at  least    check up on them from time to time.

   As she was going about  her  day,  cinnamon  hues  fell upon a  familiar  blonde    pompadour and she did not hesitate to approach, as there was no need to be anxious    around someone who has fought by your side. However, being apart from him  for so    long caused her to doubt for a moment.

   ”Ringabel? Is it truly you?”

adouri . )

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   Gentle pinks, blues, and what seemed an infinite amount of brilliant hues in general litter not only the tall grass at his feet but even the supposed walls that would surround anyone who’d wish to enter what appeared a circle of impressive circumference. More often than not, it would take little more than a small burst of color to pique both Ringabel’s interest and curiosity by tenfold; Call him buoyant, if one must, but he’d always been drawn to any type of festivity— Or perhaps such had only begun more recently.     He soon finds himself wandering about the perimeter, taking note of any little thing he finds particularly riveting—And quite literally so. Topiary, shops, scents, women— He jots down any brief description he wishes to remember at a later date, almost as though he might forget if he doesn’t. Yet this ridiculous paranoia goes ignored as his mind subconsciously drifts to thoughts of his companions, for what might they do if they too found their way here? He even begins writing it down—                  ‘Ah, Edea. Surely she’d run about sampling all foods                  and desserts the festival would have to offer her.                  Tiz would perhaps test his strength through playing                  carnival games; he’d certainly let the girls choose and                   keep his prizes.                  And Agnès—’ 

    It is only once he’s addressed that Ringabel finally lifts his pen off paper to look up and take notice of the voice’s source, though what he finds is far from anything he might have suspected beforehand. Amongst such a brilliantly colored background, one might think her dull in comparison, though this vagabond knew so much better. Far better than anyone, Ringabel understood that this woman possessed a determination and passion that bloomed so much brighter than any flower in sight— And it would cause a radiant grin to surface along with an exuberant gesture of his hands as he nears her.