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A Memory of Summer, Long Ago
Ah, my fondest memory... after so many years? Perhaps it would be time. Shall I regale you?
The light filtered through the trees outside the chapel, the leaves casting shadows on the stone below. It was mid afternoon, and the ragtag group of misfits that made up my Free Company were gathering. Laughter, joking and teasing one another. They trickled in in ones and twos, only a dozen all together... but the noise they made was enough for double that number.
I peeked over at my fiance. She was wearing the satiny gown given to her by the attendants and looked lovelier than I could possibly had dreamed. Her red hair done specially for the occasion, makeup arranged just so against mahogany skin. She still surprises me even to this day with her beauty and strength... but I digress.
Where was I? Ah yes. With her in place and all done, we proceeded to the ceremony itself. I had intended it to be a bit more reserved and formal, yet we somehow wound up with a moogle officiating... Oh well. It wasn't quite as silly as I had feared in any case. And then the vows came, and it was time. I told her how I felt about her.
I told her how breathless she made me feel. How her touch made my heart beat harder, my knees weaken, my face flushed. Her laugh was warm honey, her eyes the sparkling sand of the night desert. That my dearest wish, after all was said and done, was to purchase a house, that we might live our days in comfort. That we might finally know a modicum of peace. That she may lay down her axe and that there be no more need of the warrior, only the woman.
I like to think she understood... Despite my unneeded wordiness. A bad habit, you see.
The house was bought, in the end. And while we may not have the peace we hoped for just yet, most every day we retreat to our hideaway and steal a few seconds of blissful solitude. Perhaps one day the dust might settle and the dark might recede. But until then, our solace in each other and our love remains our anchor before we must sally forth once more.
For those we have lost. For those we can yet save.
(Choice: Noble Barding)