There it was again, that hint of eagerness in Alana’s words, in her eyes.  Clover had been working in her parents’ shop for quite a while, she’d dealt with customers often, yet she had no memory of seeing anyone display that kind of interest for anything she’d ever shown them.
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“Just a b—“ she tried to answer Alana’s inquiry about how far the stables were, but her voice faded quickly when the other girl started walking to a nearby tree. A pair of confused eyes followed her movements, observing how the blonde grabbed a branch and started trying to break it. Her risky movements would likely make her kiss the ground as soon as the wood broke, what would that accomplish?
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“You’re going to—!“
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It was the sound of the branch finally giving way what interrupted her sentence this time; there was nothing she could do to prevent the fall. Much to Clover’s surprise, she didn’t even have the time to walk closer and ask if Alana was alright when the girl hopped up on her own. The daring farmer didn’t look hurt; quite the contrary, she looked like she’d known what she was doing from the beginning.
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For a moment, Clover could only stare at her with unblinking eyes and slightly parted, silent lips, listening to her vow to keep her safe.
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It didn’t matter if what Alana was holding in her hand was a mere branch from an old and decrepit tree. It didn’t even matter if the trip to the stables would likely be a peaceful one, or if the girl confessed not to be very skilful yet.
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Alana looked strong.
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She was just a little girl like Clover herself, a little girl in a world at war. Yet she looked so strong.
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Still at a loss of words, Clover’s silence lasted for a few more seconds when her gaze fell upon her new acquaintance’s pretty dress. The dust had been unforgiving. She didn’t comment on it, though; instead, her eyes returned to meet Alana’s.
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“...I think we should be safe,†she finally said, not raising her voice much. “So long as we don’t go out to the forest, we should be.â€
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The walking to the chocobo stables was more eventful than what Clover had initially planned. There might not have been bandits or monsters on the way, but a group of little Hyur kids, much younger than them, met the girls as they passed by and followed Alana with great interest. “You’re new! Are you here to play?†They asked cheerfully, not even waiting for an answer before more questions arose. “Where did you get that pretty dress? What’s your name? Where do you live?â€
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“Just a b—“ she tried to answer Alana’s inquiry about how far the stables were, but her voice faded quickly when the other girl started walking to a nearby tree. A pair of confused eyes followed her movements, observing how the blonde grabbed a branch and started trying to break it. Her risky movements would likely make her kiss the ground as soon as the wood broke, what would that accomplish?
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“You’re going to—!“
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It was the sound of the branch finally giving way what interrupted her sentence this time; there was nothing she could do to prevent the fall. Much to Clover’s surprise, she didn’t even have the time to walk closer and ask if Alana was alright when the girl hopped up on her own. The daring farmer didn’t look hurt; quite the contrary, she looked like she’d known what she was doing from the beginning.
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For a moment, Clover could only stare at her with unblinking eyes and slightly parted, silent lips, listening to her vow to keep her safe.
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It didn’t matter if what Alana was holding in her hand was a mere branch from an old and decrepit tree. It didn’t even matter if the trip to the stables would likely be a peaceful one, or if the girl confessed not to be very skilful yet.
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Alana looked strong.
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She was just a little girl like Clover herself, a little girl in a world at war. Yet she looked so strong.
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"......"
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Still at a loss of words, Clover’s silence lasted for a few more seconds when her gaze fell upon her new acquaintance’s pretty dress. The dust had been unforgiving. She didn’t comment on it, though; instead, her eyes returned to meet Alana’s.
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“...I think we should be safe,†she finally said, not raising her voice much. “So long as we don’t go out to the forest, we should be.â€
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[...]
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The walking to the chocobo stables was more eventful than what Clover had initially planned. There might not have been bandits or monsters on the way, but a group of little Hyur kids, much younger than them, met the girls as they passed by and followed Alana with great interest. “You’re new! Are you here to play?†They asked cheerfully, not even waiting for an answer before more questions arose. “Where did you get that pretty dress? What’s your name? Where do you live?â€
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
