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felicitousxfeather

    “Bartz!” The wanderer’s name was a burst of happy relief from her lips, and she greeted him with a soft smile. A foreboding thought tugged at the back of her mind; one of concern as to the recent gathering of those whom fought for Cosmos, but that, along with a loose strand of hair before her brow, were pushed aside.

     “Have you found your feathered friend yet?”

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vacillatus 

     There was a slight tingle in the air; akin to that of a static shock which prickled the fine hairs at the back of Terra’s neck. That feeling, the one she so dearly kept in her heart, grew tremendously, and her cheeks reflected such sentiment with a rosy hue. Hope was not far--not with a fellow warrior of Cosmos nearby. “Cloud...?” She clung to the possibility that this peak-haired swordsman would remember, although she recognized the possibility. “Is it really you?”

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🐉: solauctor

     The sunlight was warm, the gentle breeze tousled emerald locks ever so softly. A hum of delight bubbled past her lips, the edges of said ruby folds drawn upward into a smile. “A beautiful day,” she said aloud, unaware of any bypassers--or perhaps, all too lackadaisical to care. Her hand was raised to shield her eyes from the light, while the other was held out before her visage, admiring the way her skin glistened. “It’s almost too good to be true!”