LIKE A LEAF IN SUMMER DREAMS

Martel likes it and that's all that matters!

✿              it won't last for long . even under the best care it soon would rot and return to the earth . but isn't that lovely in its own way ?? not that martel could dig into the intricacies of time's passing with one so young and seemingly unexperienced . being a fool was sometimes the kinder route .

"Look at what I made!" Little Pandora is running up to Martel with the biggest smile on her face. She presents Martel a....AN APPLE with a cute face on it! Look like it's wearing a flower crown!

Every eclipse Feniks would go out, soaring through the sky in search of something--or rather, SOMEONE. He would fly high up in the sky and watch the people be brought in through whatever power the Stars carried, and every Eclipse, Feniks would return to Corvus' side with the same news: Martel had not returned and in those news being received there had always been a sense of relief but longing and yearning. Corvus missed Martel and not a day went by when Corvus didn't think about her.

Just like her family, Martel would continue to be someone Corvus thought about in every waking moment and be shown in every dream.

Martel.

This Eclipse, Martel is here. A tidal of emotions rushes through Corvus, but she holds herself together. Just like last time when Martel had vanished and reappeared, she did not look good. She looked sickly.

Corvus approaches, breath exhaled from parted lips, and places her hands upon Martel's face. Her thumb grazes the sides of Martel's face, and she gives the half-elf a light peck on the cheek.

"Martel. Let's go home."

✿              long ago were the days since martel travelled entire continents -- now she traverses entire worlds . although , that is not the problem, was it ?? martel transitioned between life and lifelessness , her mana lit up like synapses ... like cracks of a fire .

every time she is reborn . . . comfort holds its hand out ready to reintroduce her to life . its face is always different . sometimes comfort is a bird on a branch . other times it is the smell of wet grass . this time , comfort is a familiar face inviting her home .

wary from existence , martel raises a hand equal to her comfort , thumb running down the bottom lip of her girlfriend . and she smiles : exhausted , but home .

Welcome to brrscenic Isola Radiale, Martel!

You will be housed in your Kharlan cottage in mistwood & You will retain everything you had in your previous stay 

Enjoy your stay!

As Tales of Symphonia was my first Tales game and the only game I've beaten like five times completely... it holds a special place in my heart. I really love the cast and I was a walking strategy guide for it back in the GameCube days.

"You're okay." Corvus voices softly. She knew something was up the moment she had seen Martel. The half elf didn't have to say anything to convey that something was bothering her. It was written all over her face (at least in Corvus' eyes) and it was all over her aura as well.

The woman's expression soften and she leans close to Martel, her hand still on her partner's shoulder. "We can stay here. We don't have to go to the market." The market wasn't going anywhere after all.

✿              the dream . the elves had a superstition : if you sleep with your window open and allow a draft , the spirit of wind -- sylph -- would deliver you a message or premonition by way of dream . perhaps that was where she went wrong . she had kept her window open so that she could breathe .

" i suppose that i . . . " thumb nail worked to crack through stale crust , " i don't really remember the dream itself very well . i only remember waking up and feeling . . . a little upset . "

a half truth. but she felt conflicted . the dream had manifested itself into a strange , string of half memories and half lies that left her feeling the worst bout of grief she'd felt since , well -- martel leans back into corvus' thigh , head resting heavy against pant leg . she contemplated , considering what to say .

in return, he rejected the world. tried to take the seed to derris-kharlan and leave everyone else to die. they had no choice but to strike him down to stop him… but he lived on in his crystal. they tried one last time to reach out their hands to him, but he . . .

"Apple pie?-- Apple pie sounds nice actually! Do you think we will be making some? It's been a while since we've made anything so grand."

✿              " it does , doesn't it ?? " martel enthused . " if there is a will , then there is a always a way . i'm sure we can make it happen . . . "

it is true , martel's gald is tight and the cost would tear a debt into her pocket even with the recent work they've done . . . but that never stopped them from being resourceful .

" actually-- we can , " martel's fingers twitch , silently calculating numbers on their budget . mithos is growing and needs new winter boots , but . . . she doesn't . nor does she need a cloak , she can simply make one with market sacks . and if they only purchased one quilt for now . . .

" do you remember that orchard on route to the fooji mountains ?? there is a field hand whose mother i helped cure of infection in the spring . i am sure they'd be able to help us secure some real fresh apples . and i can find us some sugar in market . "

she glosses over that last part . shortages made sugar a rare luxury --the average half-elf would have to spend months worth of their wages to procure a mere cup of sugar . but . . . only a few tablespoons would make a drastic difference in taste , so didn't she owe it to mithos to give him a treat to remember ?