Hornet looked around her room at the Hourglass. It was homey. Lived in. Her effects were scattered everywhere. All little markers of her and who she is. She sat down on the bed and sighed. This was it, the end of her time here. She looked at the bed and memories flooded her. The nights spent quietly reading. The exhausted collapses. The love she'd made. She shook her head. She couldn't let herself drift into nostalgia.
She had her trunk, and another she'd borrowed from Anais to assist in the move. She'd acquired more stuff than she'd realized. She began to pack and thought of her future.
Sindl had been kind and understanding. She thought that perhaps she and him had more in common than either may realize. She wanted to find out if that was true. Remi was a different matter. Hornet had done her a wrong without even realizing who she was. She was genuinely sorry for that, but it was in the past now. She couldn't dwell on pleasing one person. Too much was at stake.
Mireille. Hornet paused her packing as she thought of her. From the moment she stumbled into Hornet's arms, Hornet had been entranced. The beautiful and elegant Elezen woman whose gentlness concealed a core of pure iron.
Eleanor. Brusque at first, almost dangerous. Hornet was wary of her. But then she started to see more. The fierce exterior hiding such a caring heart and, if Hornet wasn't mistaken, some very deep scars.
These two women, opposites nearly, but so perfect together. Hornet had found herself thinking of them often. Spending time with them was like standing in pure sunlight. She felt energized. Focused.
She shook her head. Now wasn't the time to lose herself to fancies. She had packing to do and a room in the Goblet to set to right.
She had her trunk, and another she'd borrowed from Anais to assist in the move. She'd acquired more stuff than she'd realized. She began to pack and thought of her future.
Sindl had been kind and understanding. She thought that perhaps she and him had more in common than either may realize. She wanted to find out if that was true. Remi was a different matter. Hornet had done her a wrong without even realizing who she was. She was genuinely sorry for that, but it was in the past now. She couldn't dwell on pleasing one person. Too much was at stake.
Mireille. Hornet paused her packing as she thought of her. From the moment she stumbled into Hornet's arms, Hornet had been entranced. The beautiful and elegant Elezen woman whose gentlness concealed a core of pure iron.
Eleanor. Brusque at first, almost dangerous. Hornet was wary of her. But then she started to see more. The fierce exterior hiding such a caring heart and, if Hornet wasn't mistaken, some very deep scars.
These two women, opposites nearly, but so perfect together. Hornet had found herself thinking of them often. Spending time with them was like standing in pure sunlight. She felt energized. Focused.
She shook her head. Now wasn't the time to lose herself to fancies. She had packing to do and a room in the Goblet to set to right.
