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-=The aftermath of the snowball war is apparent everywhere. Trampled snow, destroyed forts, knocked over building debris and trees...

But one tree stands alone. And Hawke's there, busily carving names in the highest portions of the trunk, letting them winding down towards the base by the snow trampled ground.

He's currently working on his own name, a design of swirls and points in a language that no one would really know here. It's his full name, a name that he has revealed to no one here, not even lovers. Hawke takes his time, brushing off bits of bark here and there. When he's finally done, he sighs softly, touching the markings longingly. A moment later he pulls his cloak closer to his body and continues on with the work. He must have been out there for a while now, since he's wearing a heaving cloth around his waist that's down to his ankles, a tunic and the cloak.=-

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Date: 2011-01-16 11:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sarinotfromhell.livejournal.com
Maybe it is.

[She takes her spot closer to the trunk and grasps the hilt of his knife, quickly carving the runes (http://i366.photobucket.com/albums/oo108/xXxLunar_LovexXx/CCF03282010_00000.jpg) of her full name. Who knows, maybe Vanille will see this and decide to do the same.]

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Date: 2011-01-17 12:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sarinotfromhell.livejournal.com
It's just the Pulsian alphabet, the written language of Gran Pulse.

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Date: 2011-01-17 12:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sarinotfromhell.livejournal.com
[Fang smooths her fingers over her mark, satisfied with the outcome. Oerba Yun Fang is carved plainly in the trunk, among so many other names. And for a moment she stares at the whole picture, as if they are one giant family.

Just like it had been in Oerba.

She shakes her head and hands the knife back to him.]


Sort of like a legacy, huh? I'm Fang, by the way.

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Date: 2011-01-17 12:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sarinotfromhell.livejournal.com
Hey.

It's when something is left behind for the future generations to grow up with and learn about. Usually it's intangible, like a belief or idea, but it could be physical.

[She presses her palm to the tree again.]

Like this tree.

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Date: 2011-01-17 02:53 am (UTC)

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