Old Friends || Minori & Elliott
@moriminori
The morning after the typhoon had ceased was quiet, as if Arcadia’s residents needed more time to stir from their 48-hour hibernation. As Elliott walked through the streets toward The Blue Pearl, where he’d be managing that morning, he studied the damage that he passed. Nothing too devastating. Fallen limbs and a broken fence and a mailbox that had ended up a bit away from its home.
He picked it up. Kardia Farm. He knew it. He passed it every time he went to work. He tucked the mailbox under his arm, ignoring the damp metal pressing into his suit jacket, and carried onward once more.
His mind was hazy from the past two days, blissful in a way he hadn’t ever thought possible, and it made the entire world seem a little more dreamlike. Less than real, perhaps. A fantasy that had no right to exist.
It felt much the same when he approached Kardia Farm and saw the back of a woman investigating the broken fence around its perimeter.
He had the sense that he knew her, somehow - an energy flowing off of her that made him look twice. By the time he’d reached her side, he caught sight of her profile, and his breath hitched.
Minori.
She looked very much the same. Elliott knew he didn’t have the same luxury, quite - the tournament that had burned his hair so short had taken away much of his signature long locks that he’d fawned over when they were younger - but she was unmistakable. “...hello,” he said softly, scarcely remembering his own name.
