Promise's Twelve Wings

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"Sandy, catch it!" the request comes before any kind of 'welcome back' or 'did everything go well?', Gran's finger instead pointing to the other side of the ship where the (hopefully) dried bedsheets had taken flight. A sudden, strong gust of wind catching them from where they had been supposed to be hanging, and thus giving Sandalphon, as the only one nearby capable of flight, yet another job onto his list. - @toestalucia

he had left the ship to check on a few things . important things that needed to be seen with his own eyes . something that should not be here , but could possibly be here . that left the primach ( something that he wears with pride now for his dear friend ) adeventure on his own for sometime , leaving the crew , the people that buried their way into his life . he did give notice , a heads up , && of course with how gran is letting him go , but to make sure he comes back home .

the grand cycpher will always be his home .

around three to four months has passed since he left , && he had return , his own findings left him puzzled , concerned , but content so far . as soon as he gets ready to set foot on the ship , his wings still out , he hears his name called out ( that nickname that has grew to him that he reacts to it as if were his own name ) . he looks as he notices the bedsheet flying towards the otherside of the ship . he lets out a tsk ' nonsense ' before flying over to the bedsheet , grabbing it with both hands as he exhales .

" your bedsheets seem to greet me before you do . you were lucky that i had showed up when i did . " he speaks to the captain as he glides over to the ship haul , still above gran as he stares at him with an unimpressed look . welcome back sandalphon . the grandcypher even missed you too .

she hums to herself , brushing her hair as she looks over herself in the mirror . they always say young ladies born have a secret love for something . of course for her - it was the love for marital arts . when you get kindapped to be nothing more then a bargin chip , it does something to you . emilie de rochefort was more then just some poor helpless young lady . no in fact she a young lady who took matters in her own hands !

the thrills . the chills . the way she loved when her body just moved on its own taking down that guillbile fool to dare put his hands on her in the first place ! though of course , when she returned && father did not approve of such things . ashame he shall not know that she is still working on martial arts behind his back .

thank goodness sebastian helps her out like this . && how could she forget her sweet salt ! salt always seemed to cheer her on when it comes down too it . though it was rather quiet tonight in her own home . placing down the brush in her hand , before exiting out her room , she looked around for a moment . where to begin ? where to even start ? well . mayhaps a game of this should be in order !

' eeny . meeny . miny . moe . let our dear lil pick one of the floors . ' she hummed to herself as she pointed her finger in each directon before it landed to downstairs . very well then ! let the oppurtion finding salt commence !