Blades of Grass [video/action]
Jan. 13th, 2011 12:51 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
[Sailing above within the amber skies is a lone hawk in search of reprieve from the passing day. With night slowly approaching, the sun within the distance begins to set upon the Ruins of Midgar. The colors of orange and yellows dance about as the sun's fading shine descends beyond the mountains. With the hawk now fully out of view, the rustic horizon is all anyone can see as loud whistle rips through the howl of the whipping winds. This whistle is obviously caused by someone, but there's no one in view. The only thing anyone could see is the orange horizon and the swaying green grass.
Once the whistling ends, silence settles until someone decides to speak.]
I know not of how I’ve managed to cheat death this long, but I know that my quest has ended. Alma is saved, and my duty is done. The legacy wrought by the Zodiac Braves means naught else other than a fairytale, a fable told by those who seek diluted grandeur.
My days of strife are no more. Thus, I bid farewell to Ivalice for now and forever.
[Noting this as the end of his soliloquy, Ramza picks up another blade of grass and whistles into it. The whistle is carried by the far winds, stretching out over the land for miles and miles. It's a trick he learned from his father, it's a faint memory of his childhood, as well as a signal of his return to Gaia.]
[ooc: alright guys~! The last muse is finally here! Ondore, Edward, and Ramza are back into full swing again. I’ve missed you guys.]
Once the whistling ends, silence settles until someone decides to speak.]
I know not of how I’ve managed to cheat death this long, but I know that my quest has ended. Alma is saved, and my duty is done. The legacy wrought by the Zodiac Braves means naught else other than a fairytale, a fable told by those who seek diluted grandeur.
My days of strife are no more. Thus, I bid farewell to Ivalice for now and forever.
[Noting this as the end of his soliloquy, Ramza picks up another blade of grass and whistles into it. The whistle is carried by the far winds, stretching out over the land for miles and miles. It's a trick he learned from his father, it's a faint memory of his childhood, as well as a signal of his return to Gaia.]
[ooc: alright guys~! The last muse is finally here! Ondore, Edward, and Ramza are back into full swing again. I’ve missed you guys.]