#non!fm

     "Don't laugh, okay?" she takes her pen and carefully wrote the other's name. A few couple of strokes and she's done, however upon gazing at her penmanship, she starts over again. Rinse and repeat until she's finally satisfied, or had given up on her ability to write.

     "I've been told that my writing is barely legible, so--"

Her gaze traced the contours of the familiar face, a gentle smile blossoming on her lips at the blond girl fidgeted before her. “I am pleased to see you as well” she confessed. “It makes me happy that you have come to see me like this.” She hesitated for a moment before opening her arms, an invitation for a hug. This was the first time meeting Colette in person, but she already knew the girl better than nearly anyone else she’d met. They had shared one another’s memories and they had a common dream.

What was a guardian without the one who needed her assistance? Though often times the Fon Master was kidnapped or simply wandered off, the guardian always felt elated to have him returned to her. You'd think she would do a better job as she was paid for this.

Nevertheless, chocolate hues falling upon the male clad in the Fon Master attire, the guardian, with a toothy grin, trots up to him--until she passes him and turns back. However, worry is displayed across her features as eyebrows furrow in a knot. She always knew how weak the boy was, and by leaving him to himself, he was sure to run into trouble. The grin purses into a pout as the brunette stops in front of the other, hands on her hips.