Post by Lea on May 11, 2011 15:19:39 GMT -5
The gardens reminded him of home.
Which was odd, because despite living there for most of his life, Radiant Garden had never struck Lea as the kind of place he would miss. Sure, maybe he'd regret never breaking into the castle like they'd planned and seeing all that shameless wealth. Maybe he'd want to spar in the middle of that elegant cobblestone again. But Lea always expected to miss people. Like his parents.
And Isa.
There was a hurt spot in his heart for Isa, full of memories and tender to the touch. He had no way of knowing whether his best friend survived that attack, but then...since he was here, didn't that mean he'd died? So maybe Isa had survived, and that was the only reason he wasn't here now. Lea was going to hope for that, because even if they weren't together, they were still pals. And if they ever ran into one another again, it'd be just like old times.
You really think so?
The thought came from literally nowhere and Lea whirled like he expected to see someone there, murmuring that into his ear with a Cheshire cat smirk. But the feeling faded, and with one more step back he glanced around the hall. "...Hm." Just weird. Not that things had been anything but odd since he got here in the first place.
But maybe the nostalgia for Radiant Garden was just tied up into all of that anyway. Maybe knowing it was gone bothered him. Knowing the spots where they hunkered down to eat sea salt were cracked and broken, and the whole castle itself was blackened and twisted, and that even his own room must have collapsed in on itself or withered in his absence, forgotten toys and photographs buried in dust.
Either way, thinking about it was pointless. And being in the gardens meant thinking about it and waking up all those wounded areas again, much as Lea tried and succeeded to hide it, so he didn't linger there. Instead he let his hand dangle by a thumb from his pocket and made for his room. He thought it was this direction anyway, the place was big and he didn't have it all memorized quite yet. At any rate he wasn't in a rush yet, it was taking some time to get sorted into all his classes properly after enrolling this late, but the sight of something familiar--even in a foreign way--would be comforting.
Which was odd, because despite living there for most of his life, Radiant Garden had never struck Lea as the kind of place he would miss. Sure, maybe he'd regret never breaking into the castle like they'd planned and seeing all that shameless wealth. Maybe he'd want to spar in the middle of that elegant cobblestone again. But Lea always expected to miss people. Like his parents.
And Isa.
There was a hurt spot in his heart for Isa, full of memories and tender to the touch. He had no way of knowing whether his best friend survived that attack, but then...since he was here, didn't that mean he'd died? So maybe Isa had survived, and that was the only reason he wasn't here now. Lea was going to hope for that, because even if they weren't together, they were still pals. And if they ever ran into one another again, it'd be just like old times.
You really think so?
The thought came from literally nowhere and Lea whirled like he expected to see someone there, murmuring that into his ear with a Cheshire cat smirk. But the feeling faded, and with one more step back he glanced around the hall. "...Hm." Just weird. Not that things had been anything but odd since he got here in the first place.
But maybe the nostalgia for Radiant Garden was just tied up into all of that anyway. Maybe knowing it was gone bothered him. Knowing the spots where they hunkered down to eat sea salt were cracked and broken, and the whole castle itself was blackened and twisted, and that even his own room must have collapsed in on itself or withered in his absence, forgotten toys and photographs buried in dust.
Either way, thinking about it was pointless. And being in the gardens meant thinking about it and waking up all those wounded areas again, much as Lea tried and succeeded to hide it, so he didn't linger there. Instead he let his hand dangle by a thumb from his pocket and made for his room. He thought it was this direction anyway, the place was big and he didn't have it all memorized quite yet. At any rate he wasn't in a rush yet, it was taking some time to get sorted into all his classes properly after enrolling this late, but the sight of something familiar--even in a foreign way--would be comforting.