LOADING SAVED GAME...@intestato
Her days of recovery, as expected, had their highs and lows. Crippling migraines left Terra more or less incapacitated and homebound, She did not leave the comfortable silence of her apartment for the bustle of daily life proved overwhelming. Beyond the walls of her abode Terra could still hear the clamour of urban living coupled with its distinct aromas, though the potency of her sensory overload diminished as the days passed. When her head felt a little too heavy, she laid in bed until sleep found her. Despite this, Terra only slept for a couple of hours at a given time: her slumber was dreamless and shallow, and oftentimes punctuated with periods of fidgeting. It was the oddest thing; the woman’s exhaustion was hardly a figment of her imagination and, yet, her body refused to rest.
Muscles and bones coped with the aches of fatigue but her mind brimmed with countless thoughts. It wouldn’t stop, even as she rested. And so Terra would wander her home aimlessly in search of something to do, something to keep her distracted long enough for tiredness to take hold. In the end she wound up napping on the sofa, blanket partially draped over the lower half of her body whereas the rest of it was strewn across the floor, with the television left on whatever channel appeared mildly interesting. This became routine over the course of the following days.
Though Terra recovered from her magic induced hangover, her spirit felt as restless as it did when she left the café nearly a week ago. It stirred and expanded outwards, no longer confined to its vessel of flesh and bone. How it danced in the cool fall breeze, brushing against the boundless blue skies before joining the leaves in their final act of the season; a graceful fall full of bright colours.
Oh yes, she revisited those memories more times than she cared to admit. A flurry of intense emotions culminating into a kiss; Terra recalled the soft plumpness of his lips, a scent of earl grey, the sweetness of strawberry jam…It was too much. Dizzying, even. The woman was ill-equipped to handle such a situation due to its uniqueness. What was she supposed to do? Terra was at a loss.
Garbed in a loose, orange knitted jumper, black trousers and a pair of aviator boots, Terra set out for her usual haunt: Tea for Thee. Her restlessness worsened the closer she got to her destination, and so she tried in vain to calm the nervous excitement gripping her senses. Even the winds had noticed the sorceress’ uncharacteristic agitation. It teased her in hushed, playful whispers carried along the breeze, occasionally pushing her along with a slightly stronger burst of wind or skewing her hat slightly to the side to reveal a lock or two of green hair. The half-esper huffed in annoyance at the wind’s antics and hurriedly tucked her stray hair back into the hat to keep it well hidden.
Finally she arrived at the café. She lingered in front of the entrance a short while, hoping to calm her nerves and steady the frantic beating of her heart before entering. Greeted by a familiar chime that signaled the arrival of patrons, Terra quietly stepped inside and removed her hat, revealing long strands of wavy mint hair reaching the midway point of her back. “Hatta?” The halfling called out loud enough for him to hear if he was near. She eagerly waited for him to appear.
