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Post by belzee on Aug 15, 2007 12:41:50 GMT
The azure-haired man came to a halt once Alastar began to speak. He didn’t turn to look at her. He was continuing to face the opposite direction. However, he did listen intently to what she said. From what he was capable of interpreting, he was no different from her or any other being of humanity. They all had their own questions, seeking things that would satisfy them. Just like this man. There was this feeling of relief. Of course from his perspective, he had no idea what this feeling was called.
He merely turned his head slightly to the left, and so gazing upon Alastar with his full left eye, and with that default expression of his. But opposed to his appearance, he seemed to have radiated a tranquil feeling in the atmosphere. When she said that it was best for them to do something worthwhile in which lifestream will be acknowledging of, what they both didn’t know was that a part of lifestream was already looking at Alastar through the man. Now he turned to fully towards her in unknowing curiosity. “What’s lifestream?”
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Post by alastar on Aug 17, 2007 1:38:07 GMT
Alastar just shook her head and replied back.
"Nevermind that, it's best if they are left unsaid." She said at last before she, the eternal wanderer, the very eyes of those who have passed in which she have seen with her own, patted her pet chocobo for the last time before walking to the direction opposite to them male and headed towards the ranch to ask the owner to take care of her pet while she was away. She might see the male she have talked sometime soon, but she know that in order to do so, she have to fight her own fight for it, to seek her own freedom and will, to forget all the sufferings and burden in which was laden beneath her back.
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Post by belzee on Aug 18, 2007 12:41:52 GMT
The azure-haired man simply watched her speak, pet Wan and leave to the opposite direction. The man turned away and continued to take his leave. Things are better left unsaid? What’s Lifestream? Perhaps it has something to do with me, he thought while he walked out of the Chocobo Ranch and into the wilderness. It appeared as though he didn't care if he was ambushed by a group of monsters.
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