Quistis blinked, a little shocked at the sudden seriousness the younger girl was displaying, along with her tone of voice. An Instructor? Did she really want to be one? “—Well..” She lifted a hand to her face, as a finger gently tapped at her chin. “..You know, I think you really could be. You have more than enough energy, and I think that could rub off on the training Cadets. Plus you’re a great role-model for everyone.. So I don’t see why you wouldn’t be, Selphie.” She paused, canting her head to the left. “Why do you ask anyway?”
Although she knew very well that the instructors words were nothing but honest, she did not garner any reassurance from them. She wanted to believe that she had what it takes; but her fear of not being taken seriously inevitably took over. The SeeD reckoned she wouldn’t of been good enough. Quistis was an excellent instructor—and yet, they demoted her. “Lacked leadership qualities…” She inwardly mused. Did she possess such leadership qualities? Pursing her lips, she lifted her gaze towards the older woman. “I’ve just been thinking about the future.” She softly sighed, before continuing. “I don’t think running around doing menial tasks is something I want to do for the rest of my life.”
❖ ”Selphie? What’s going on? You need my help?”
“Well you know, the Garden Festival’s budget is kind of low… We need at least another 10,000gil to be able to buy the decorations and pay for the entertainment! …That’s where you, come in.”
furyofbahamut replied to your post: //sprawls out here
//-pats head and drapes blanket over- uwu
//pulls precious Fang-mun down and snuggles
The energy startles the Burmecian to some degree, as she reels back a hind step. "Oh... what enthusiasm... My lady, I am Freya Crescent of Burmecia, and I wish to partake in the festivities. A dear friend joins of the schedules and I merely thought you SeeD folk might be in use of some assistance."
“Burmecia, huh? Never heard of it!” She replied, shuffling from one foot to another. “Well, Miss Freya, I could use all the help I can get! Welcome to the Garden Festival Committee!”
“Gimmie a break! Last time you called yourself ‘super cute’, you took down my SeeD rank for messin’ up my bed! Pretty uncute, if you ask me.”
“Like I said, you should feel very honored to have such a cute girl like me sit on your bed! You’ve gotta have something to tell your little friend next door! —And hey! You called me annoying! You totally deserved it!”
A few years have passed since the war ended and now Seifer is looking for a new place to call home. Will you help him in his search, or will you simply be in his way?
….”You’re lucky I’m a nice guy. I’m still wearin’ these flowers…” //hugs
“I put the moonlilies in your hair to make you smile… Guess it didn’t work, huh?”
“No not really…wanna fill me in on the details? by the way I’m sittin’ here talking to ya and I don’t even know your name. I’m Tidus.. and you are…?”
“Its like this huuuuge party in the Garden’s ballroom at the end of every year! But I’m afraid we won’t be having one this year…no one hardly ever wants to volunteer. Oh, and the name’s Selphie! Nice to meet'cha Tidus.”
