1st memory [video]

[allcherishing.livejournal.com]

[A call has been aborted, leaving the generic video function on where the SkyPhone seems to have been placed with idle care on a cool blue and green branch. In fact, there's blue and green everywhere -- with the occasional purple, a prickly bush. The twisted routes of Macalania, captured by this seemingly unmanned technology. Then what should appear at the edge of the screen but the fluttering wings of a bright blue butterfly, flapping a rather consistent path a couple of feet in then maintaining a hover. It's answered by a red one on the other side.

Larger shadows move against this backdrop-- a prowling hunter on these peacefully wavering creatures: the hard black of boot, gleam of a weapon-- ... and shock of blond hair like a chocobo (or so some might say).

Cloud, his face tightened into a intent concentration that likens these woodland butterflies to the end of the world, jogs onto the scenery, very purposefully swerving around the negatively colored butterfly. As he earnestly approaches the other one, it flutters downward, taking a rest on a outreaching branch. Cloud quickly dips to one knee nearby, reaching both his gloved hands to cup around the glowing blue wings. Padded in a warrior's get-up, he looks vaguely out of sorts, but very careful handling the fragile creature.]

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[heartofheaven.livejournal.com]

[Is Cloud... chasing butterflies? This is not the way Tifa expected him to show up again. She's torn between surprise, joy and amusement.]

Cloud?