asobouyo | 27th Teddy Bear [Action Anytime]

[Elicia was expecting to be in the middle of a scuffle between enemy winged soldiers. Not to be waking up half-drugged and in an old-fashion malnosso dress. She hadn't done this little dance in a few years now... What did that mean? Did they come back? Impossible, they were... Well, we'll figure this out as we go, Elicia. When she gets up, she nearly falls over, and finds with frustration that her automail leg wasn't working properly. Something was wrong with the knee—aaah, Winry would be pretty grumpy about that.

'This would be the second time this week.'

But it's around the time she cracks open her journal that she realizes something's not right. These entries, they're only up to her sixth birthday? No, that can't be right. Where did all her other.... Oh. Oh wow.

She was fourteen years in the past.

She limps out of the forest, dazed but not confused enough to ruin her train of thought: go to the item shop, find her clothes. The Malnosso always left clothes. And then she'll head to the smithy, to find her sword and... and then she'll need to find Winry in the smithy. Now dressed up, she's found herself a good pair of glasses; if she can... if she can, she'd rather not tell them who she is. Would that change things?

Would that be so bad, though? She's not entirely sure. She's nervous and worried and—and—

... nostalgic. Much much later, after everything, she'll head to the houses of people she's most familiar with. A lot of people aren't where she remembers, but she'll try to find them none-the-less. Probably after heading to where her mom and dad are. She'll also be wondering around in awe at the place. So much different and yet so much changed.... Don't mind her if she looks dumbfounded at something, or surprised at another. If you're expecting a shorty, you'll be surprised—she's 5'9". Her father has great genes, like that.]

[ooc: EDIT: sorry, but it turns out a second post isn't gonna happen; this post exploded! XD You can catch her on the draft, pre-draft log or malnosso journal draft post though!
Go here to see extra information about her future relationships and her. Go here to fill out the relationship post if you haven't yet!

And lastly, I'll reply to this in a few hours! Got something to do real quick.]

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All right. I promise I won't take long, so don't go anywhere. {Relax, collect yourself, look at the pretty garden instead! Albert's well tended flowers and Raine's vegetables.]

[... Aww. Her frown deepens, and she keeps her gaze focused on that nice garden of yours. Not that it's reminding her of painful memories, or anything.

:(]

Edited 2011-08-20 08:46 (UTC)

[As promised, she doesn't take long. A pitcher of lemonade, two glasses, and a bowl of light snacks. It'll take some juggling to get the door open, but that's multi-tasking for you.]

[She smiles up, flinching to help.] Ah—do you need some help with that?

If you can just hold the door open for me a moment, I'd appreciate it.

[Hopping to her feet! Lemme just get this door for you. Like a boss.]

Aw, you didn't have to go to so much trouble; you're too nice, Miss Raine.

Thank you. And it's not any trouble. [She smiles as she brings everything to the small table, and sets the glasses down so she can pour the lemonade.]

[She smiles up at the white-haired woman. She really...]

And... you haven't changed at all, either.

... Is that so? [And that's one glass poured, and then the other, the plate of light snacks being set in the middle. She sets the pitcher down.]

[She takes some, looking interested.]

Yeah...

You... haven't even aged a day, it looks like.

[Just a little mental math. Fourteen and Twenty Six... Forty.

... Well no wonder.]

Ah... I see. No wonder this is so strange for you. There's twenty years separating us normally, and in a few more years in your timeline, you'll... pass me by.

[It's strange for her to hear the words from her lips. A truth she had always known, and yet the idea of being here long enough... even to see Elicia grow like that.]

[She leans back.]

Pass you by...?

[She shakes her head a little.] If I haven't explained it to you by then... I suppose not much has changed after all.

I would have been forty, in your time... as you can tell, physically, I age very slowly.

Edited 2011-08-25 21:15 (UTC)

I see...

Is it—was it a natural-born trait?

[There's a pause before she speaks, though she nods.]

Yes... it's a natural-born trait of those with elven heritage.

Elven... [After a beat, she smiles.] So it just has to do with your race, huh? Well, it's better than a curse or a weird side-effect of, like, a wicked witch or something.

[She laughs.]

You should've told me! There are so many people who look the same around here since I last saw them; it's really something.

That's right. I'm a half-elf.

... it is strange, though. I would have thought after all that time, I would have let more people be aware of it... not that I would have expected to still be around for that long.

Ahhh, it was probably my fault. I'm usually so fulla' questions, huh? I guess I really slipped up on that one.

Growing up in Luceti, it just might not have seemed so strange at the time. ... Until something like this happened, anyway.

Luceti definitely isn't much for normalcy, right?

...

But I've always liked it this way. I think I'd be bored, living in a place where everyone's the same, after all the time I've spent here.

I'd wonder if anything would even seem strange anymore, being here for that long... [She's not thinking so much of Elicia as herself in that statement, and others who had already been there for over three consecutive years.]

You've been through quite a lot, haven't you?

Edited 2011-08-29 23:35 (UTC)

Mm... Been through a little. But at this point, here or at home, all the people I know have been through much more.

Everyone has a different life experience. Even if it seems that way, it doesn't diminish whatever hardships you may have faced. Or any good times, for that matter.

Mm, I know... In fact, I think you've told me something like this before. [she says with a small laugh] Always a teacher in some way or another, aren't you, Miss Raine?

You think so, huh? [She gives a soft chuckle of her own, lifting her glass so she can sip at her drink.] I'll take that as a compliment, then.

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