ambersweet: Making it up as I go along. (Mature pink scarf)
Welcome to the world, little one. She buries the message in every stitch. The hat is a gift, not out of kindness for the new parents but for the child, welcome and apology at the same time: Welcome to the world, sorry we screwed it up so badly. It’s a new mother who tells you about her; you complained briefly about the unseasonable cold while you fixed her camera and you thought it was small talk until she gave you the solution. You’re still not sure why you’re following her directions, but you have a fleece someone traded a few months ago, and your hands have been pretty cold.

She prefers barter to coin, as most people do out here: a jar of honey, an hour’s maintenance on her battered Airstream trailer, a new story that comes to life under her ever-moving fingers. Everywhere you look is something she’s created, or something coming into being. The walls are covered with tapestries, all stories she’s been told. A new one is being born on the small loom in the corner; it’s waiting for the right color, she says, nodding at the spinning wheel. Her hook only stops moving when she’s actively doing something else; right now, she’s pulling a pair of gloves out of a drawer. “These are yours,” she says, and hands them to you. They are fingerless, burgundy wool, and they fit your hands as if they were made for them. The palms are butter-soft leather and you know without being told that it’s genuine. There’s a hat to match, and an argyle scarf worked in burgundy and gold that reminds you of home.

“Thank you,” you say, and she smiles at you.

“Come back any time,” she tells you, and, letting the door click shut behind you, you realize that she means it.
ambersweet: Squall hides in a box. (Squall in a box)
So I volunteered to be a pinch hitter for Final Fantasy Exchange even though I didn't sign up for the exchange itself. Some days I don't even know what goes through my head. Anyway, the prompt I volunteered for had a FFVII:AC prompt involving Rufus and the Turks that I figured I would be writing to, but for some reason my brain seized on the Fran prompt for FFXII and I haven't even finished playing it yet. So here it is.

Title: Leaving Means
Pairings/Characters: Fran/Balthier, Jote
Rating: PG
Summary: "Leaving means never coming back," Jote told her on the last day, a final attempt to sway her from the course.
Word Count: 1062
Warnings: Totally making this up, guys.

When she was a girl, she longed for the wider world in a way that her sisters could not understand.

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