Hands foldied tight together behind her back, while lazuline optics ogle the foreigner’s attire. "Hmm, with strange weather like this, they are bound to get worse."
Unlike the latter woman, Lightning folded her arms in front of her chest. “It’s called winter, ma’am.”
" Don’t know i haven’t visited him in awhile."
"Is that so? I would assume he would at least contact you."
We held the light of hope in our hearts and achieved the impossible. Now we live on to greet a new dawn.
Day 40: Lightning Farron
For some reason, I think that Lightning would rather use Yuna’s staff as a thing to hit other things with instead of casting magic.
Lightning having a lovely welcome in Moogle Village (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)
long day today…