| THIS AFTERNOON IN THE GARDEN. |
[10 Dec 2012|12:19pm] |
Mariella had been at Balamb for four years now. She was still considered an underclassman, and when they were assigning duties for SeeD missions, she was usually stuck with something like support or medic at the base camp, if she was assigned at all. But Mariella didn't mind. She wasn't a soldier by nature, and in the last few months, as things got stranger and stranger, she was beginning to doubt that she was meant to be a SeeD at all. She didn't like violence. She wanted to know how to defend herself, but going off to kill the sorceress, their classmates betraying them, and now the great war hero Sephiroth alive and well--it was a lot to deal with. Mariella didn't flatter herself that she was all that emotionally well equipped.
There was one thing she was good at, however, and that was materia. She was one of the school's youngest and brightest white mages, though she had to admit she had little interest in offensive or defensive materia--she just wanted to cast spells that would make people happy. Twice a week, you could find her in the medbay with the younger children, testing out a new materia she had synthesized to produce ephemeral, fluttering butterflies made of incandescent light; or one that showered down in a glimmering spray on the patients. Her teachers said they were pretty, but useless (much like Mariella herself, she thought with no small pang in her chest), but she always said--( how could it be useless if it made someone happy? )
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