One peaceful sun, Clover’s grandpa noticed that his granddaughter was writing something on a piece of paper, using the chance that there were no customers in the magic shop at that right moment.
“What are you writing, Clover?â€
“A story. It’s called ‘The Warrior Princess and the Chocobo’.â€
“Oh.†The old man looked amused. After making himself comfortable on a chair, he asked what it was about. Clover didn’t smile due to her concentration, but it was obvious to him that she was excited to share her stories with her grandpa.
“A long time ago, there was a hyur Princess called Alana. One day, she would save a chocobo’s life, and in return this one offered to grant her a wish.â€
“Alana, hm? Wasn’t that one of your friends from Gridania?â€
The girl nodded, albeit she didn’t know if the other hyur would consider her a friend. At the very least, Alana was a nice acquaintance that had left a good impression in Clover.
“Well, tell me about her.â€
“Umm…†Clover brought the quill to her lips for a moment, eyes down on the paper. “She came to our shop with her father one day. They were from—“
“Oh, no no,†her grandpa interrupted her with his permanent warm and amused smile.â€I want to know about the girl you saw in her; the one from your story.â€
Clover looked at him then, silent for a few seconds, before a small, slight smile was finally drawn in her lips. She turned her gaze back to her writing.
“Alana is a strong and kind princess from a far away Kingdom. Her father tells her not to wander too far away from the castle, but she always ventures out. It’s not because she’s reckless or disobedient; rather, her soul has always been free.â€
As reality and fantasy blended together, Clover felt that this was definitely how she would always want to picture her old friend, the girl who loved chocobos and was unafraid of anything.
((OOC: As a memory of Alana.))
“What are you writing, Clover?â€
“A story. It’s called ‘The Warrior Princess and the Chocobo’.â€
“Oh.†The old man looked amused. After making himself comfortable on a chair, he asked what it was about. Clover didn’t smile due to her concentration, but it was obvious to him that she was excited to share her stories with her grandpa.
“A long time ago, there was a hyur Princess called Alana. One day, she would save a chocobo’s life, and in return this one offered to grant her a wish.â€
“Alana, hm? Wasn’t that one of your friends from Gridania?â€
The girl nodded, albeit she didn’t know if the other hyur would consider her a friend. At the very least, Alana was a nice acquaintance that had left a good impression in Clover.
“Well, tell me about her.â€
“Umm…†Clover brought the quill to her lips for a moment, eyes down on the paper. “She came to our shop with her father one day. They were from—“
“Oh, no no,†her grandpa interrupted her with his permanent warm and amused smile.â€I want to know about the girl you saw in her; the one from your story.â€
Clover looked at him then, silent for a few seconds, before a small, slight smile was finally drawn in her lips. She turned her gaze back to her writing.
“Alana is a strong and kind princess from a far away Kingdom. Her father tells her not to wander too far away from the castle, but she always ventures out. It’s not because she’s reckless or disobedient; rather, her soul has always been free.â€
As reality and fantasy blended together, Clover felt that this was definitely how she would always want to picture her old friend, the girl who loved chocobos and was unafraid of anything.
((OOC: As a memory of Alana.))
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
