Cecilia glanced worriedly at her younger traveling companion. He was the one who insisted they went to Court Seim and now that they were there, he still seemed distressed. In his typical fashion, he never spoke a word about what was troubling him. "I don't want to worry you two over nothing…" he told them. "Rudy…" she mumbled.
Rudy, who was focusing intently on writing something, heard her mutter. He put the piece of paper away, turned to her and asked, "You say something to me?"
"Would you mind telling me what bothering you?" she asked, concerned.
He sighed and said, " I don't want worry you-"
"Your silence already is worrying me! Just tell what's wrong!" Cecilia cried out.
Rudy recoiled, taken aback by the sudden outburst. "C-Cecilia?! … it's just something personal, it doesn't involve…" He was cut off by Cecilia's now-infamous "Tell me, dammit, or I'll make you say it!" glare. "All right! All right! Just don't look at me like that! It gives me the creeps!" he exclaimed with much distress. He looked to the floor and spoke softly. "*sigh* It'll be three years tomorrow since Grandfather died and this is the nearest town to his grave…"
She responded with a barely audible "Oh." So that's what's been bothering him; no wonder he's been so quiet… she thought.
"I usually bring something to leave at the grave; he was never a huge fan of the traditional bringing of flowers, so I was writing something…" he took out the piece of paper from before, "You care to read it over first? Be warned, I'm no writer…" He held out the paper in front of the princess. She slowly took it and began to read. It read…
Requiem for the Flight Seeker
A dreamer
A thinker
A father
A friend
One who's thoughts flew with the birds
One who envied their gift of flight
One who longed to join them
One who enabled others to do so
Lived life the way he wanted to
(Passed that onto me)
Kept but one big secret
And kept it to his grave
Seekers of the ways of flight!
Forget not his memory and his name!
For he will live eternally in spirit
The inventor, the father, the friend…
An expression of awe spread across Cecilia's face. "It's…"
"It's dumb, I know it…" Rudy said as he looked away from her.
"No, no, it's not! It's… beautiful, Rudy," She got up and gave the paper back.
He looked up at her, clutching the paper. "Y-you really think so?" he said in utter surprise, "I didn't think it was any good, but…"
"It is," Cecilia said with a smile, "Really." She then hugged the boy. "He'dve liked it if he could've read it."
He hugged her back. "Thanks, oneechan…" She inwardly winced at that word, but covered it well. I'll be there tomorrow, Grandfather; count on it…
End
Notes:
If you couldn't tell, this takes place about a year after the game starts. If you can find the point of this, please tell me, 'cause I sure as hell can't. ^^;; Heh, the poem I came up with at three in the morning. Don't ask me why, but that's what made me write this. If you're looking for some meaningful comment here, this is it: There's no sex in the- *WHAM!* (Rudy: NO QUOTING CHRIS ROCK AFTER A SERIOUS FIC!) OK, OK, crimeny, you don't have to hit me… How bout this: a priest, a rabbi, and a Shinto priestess walk into a bar, but the minister ducks. (Rudy: Ignore her, she's been into the sugar and caffeine again…)
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