тιғa locĸнarт. (finalhaven) wrote in mandaluslogs, @ 2014-01-26 01:02:00 |
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The transit from the hospital always took a bit of time. The trains had to be working right, then there was traffic being slow thanks to the snow and ice. Not to mention that the hospital was on the opposite side of the district from 7th Heaven. It got her blood pumping and helped warm her up after awhile at least. It had been awhile since Tifa had done her routine for her skills. She had to recover from her wound from the Horseman then someone had been sick since then. Her, Cloud, then Sora. Hopefully Denzel wasn't next in line.
Tifa fixed the scarf on her neck a bit before continuing down the road. She wasn't paying much attention to the sidewalk or who was walking on it. Her mind was a million miles away. She thought about what they were going to do in Mandalus about the Cult. What could she do with Denzel here? Sora, her and Cloud could all fight and Denzel was still a child. Who would take him in if she was called to battle?
She sighed and hugged herself. Was life always this complicated for her father? She had very little vivid memories of her mother, but she knew she had been a handful for her father. Was he ever worried about things like this when she went to train? She liked to think he was. Maybe she wasn't as bad at being in a family as she originally thought.