Self-Reflections 2

Just yearning for nature and the mountains... Again. ⛺

Spring will be a while longer yet, though my forecast tells me the rain will diminish over the weekend. So I might just have a few more sunny days before the rainy season just comes around in full swing.

Nameless Wayfinder Sketches 3

Following a narrow escape from an exploding, asuran lab, you, Braham, and Rox found yourselves in the environs of the Desert Highlands no longer. Instead, you were on an island off the coast of Elona, somewhere near the Sargol Sea. Led by the elementalist charr Boticca, you soon arrived at the village of Atholma, a fishing village comprised entirely of the Olmakhan: charr who had left the legions long ago, rejecting the culture of a militaristic society and choosing to live amongst families rather than warbands.

Rox didn't hide her genuine interest in the Olmakhan, delighted that you three were remaining in town for the next several days. She was fascinated so deeply by the way they valued their connection to nature and others around them. Whenever you took a stroll around town, she was engaged deeply in conversation with one of the local charr. Braham watched on, having little to contribute to the interactions, only coming because Rox asked him to.

And every time you saw her again, she appeared more enlightened than the last.

Mary (Final Fantasy VI) Sketches 5

Autumn was in full swing, leaves once verdant now turned into varying shades of orange, red, and yellow. The sun shone a different way in the sky now, with skies bluer than they usually would have been in the summer. There were many days when they had to rake up leaves in piles and to store them away in burlap sacks, for use as either fuel for the fire, or dry mulch for the planters in the future.

Autumn also meant something else for Terra. She remembered the days when she still communicated with her father through his magicite; he would tell her stories of his life in the Esper World, and what her mother was like to him. While a lot of their conversations were so terribly mundane to the outsider, to them, it was all they had as father and child, robbed of the peace they should have had.

Maduin loved her dearly. He told her to always remember a certain day in October, the day when he and her mother were the happiest they had ever been when Terra was...