Petra Munteanu is secretly Wanda Maximoff (witchweird) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-01-26 01:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !locale: naboo, cloud strife, wanda maximoff |
WHO: Wanda Maximoff and Cloud Strife
WHAT: an unexpected carnival, memories
WHERE: near the refugee village
Wanda was returning from a visit to an acquaintance at the refugee village when she saw the building. From a distance, it looked uncannily familiar -- the silhouette mimicking the old abandoned clock tower in a town where she and her brother had once spent a very unhappy winter, crammed with other refugees from the war that never seemed to end. All winter they had expected an advance of the forces in the mountains, through the village, to the capital. But it had been better than staying in the capital, where the missiles were more likely to fall.
Then Wanda blinked and the resemblance was gone. She gave a slightly shaky laugh. It was really no wonder Wanda had fled Naboo and its population of refugees the first chance she got. She'd been a refugee in much less comfortable circumstances for much of her life. Even the word brought back memories.
At least, that was her preferred explanation for that little trick that her mind just played. In order to prove it to herself, Wanda turned down the road that would pass closer to the tower. It was taller, she thought. Thinner. And in better repair. And totally different in architectural style...
The little carnival sheltering in the shadow of the tower came as a surprise to her, though once she saw it, she didn't know how she could have not noticed it for so long. Bright colors, loud music, only a few rides, but they looked much higher tech than what she would have expected from a parking lot carnival back home. Why, that one was moving so fast...
She wandered closer, memories crowding her mind. Pietro always loved the unexpected. He would have insisted on going in. Pietro would have ridden the fast ride, and he wouldn't have stood in line or paid for it either. Pietro would have stolen all the candy and given it to the line of urchins pressed against the fence.
Wanda blinked back tears and plastered a smile onto her face, moving toward the fence. She thought she saw an exploitable gap; she didn't care about the carnival, but she was suddenly determined that she would get in like one of the clever urchins who never had to pay, and then she would have fun, just like Pietro would have done.