steiner spills coffee on himself (savemyqueen) wrote in missions, @ 2012-08-04 02:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, adelbert steiner, valmafra lenande |
thread.
WHO: Adelbert Steiner and Valmafra Lenande.
WHAT: Two old schoolmates catch up over a cup of tea.
WHEN: Saturday. BEFORE ALL THE DRAGON NONSENSE. SORRY.
WHERE: Cafeteria.
Long overdue he called it. An understatement! Steiner meant to arrange this weeks ago, soon after she had suggested it. He had hoped by now to see his former classmate, speak to her properly not behind mask of the GCN. Between love spells and sorceress attacks and wondering if he had upset her, Steiner found reason to avoid the meeting again and again. He wondered what they would even say; he had little to add to a conversation besides rambles of knightly responsibilities, trivia regarding the Queen, or whatever new annoyances Beatrix caused him. Even now--minutes away from their arranged time--he had yet to comprehend that he was going to drink tea, something so typical and unrelated to his duty as a knight. He felt a twinge of guilt as he readied himself for this meeting. Outside training, he surely had no business to fraternize with the Garden residents. The Queen was priority, not afternoon tea. He had no idea what to do with the time he had to himself now that the Queen’s guardianship was split. Beatrix’s fault. If he was busier, he wouldn’t have this confusion. How long had it been since last he thought of a life before Garnet? He recalled his time at Alexandria Garden. The bustle in the hallways between classes. The girl hidden behind a book. A young Adelbert stammered, stood up straighter when he passed her. G-Good afternoon, Valmafra! She was Instructor Lenande to him now. Instructor. Yes. The title had a nice ring to it. They were professionals now, after all, not children or cadets or classmates. Not like the ones that crowded the halls (Balamb’s hallways were narrower, an inconvenience, unlike the ones he remembered in Alexandria.) Steiner considered telling himself this was an errand, strictly business, so he would have an excuse if word ever reached Alexandria that he was slacking. Slacking. The word shocked him back on task. Glancing at the nearest clock, Steiner picked up his pace, his armor clattering even louder. Fifteen minutes until. Early, but perhaps not enough. When he reached the entrance to the cafeteria, he slowed once more, surveying the scene for an empty table or that girl from his memories until he reminded himself that she did not look the same. |