Stormy Reflection | Squall and Lightning
Squall sat on a rock near the lake at the north-eastern end of the village, staring into its clear depths as he unconsciously switched between gun mode and blade mode with a flick of his hands. The brunette was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice rumble in the distance, skies graying in forewarning of a bad turn in the weather.
There were many things weighing heavily on the gunblader's mind. Most of them had something to do with a certain silver-haired ravager, whether directly or indirectly linked. And a great majority of those thoughts questioned his current strength, and whether it was anywhere near sufficient.
Those thoughts had been eating at him for a while now, especially in that mission to subdue the Woodwraiths, the first part of which he'd had to stand on guard without his weapon. While they had been lucky enough to avoid engagement with the two Woodwraiths at that point of time, the feeling had been extremely discomforting to say the least. That short time had left Squall painfully aware of how vulnerable he was without his gunblade.
And then there had been that emergency mission, to help Hope. Squall snapped his gunblade shut in a sudden motion, leaning forward and hugging his bent right knee to his chest, left leg hanging off the edge of the natural seat.
He was frustrated, even though he had made his decision that night. There were far too many things on his mind at the moment.
