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Edea Kramer ([personal profile] successively) wrote in [community profile] ten_fwd_meme 2015-10-03 07:28 pm (UTC)

There are other kinds of stress, of course — mental, emotional — and Edea is well-acquainted with those. It's only recently that things have started to go back to... well, normal, for her, relatively speaking. Nothing about being here and not at home is normal, of course, but at least she can walk down a corridor on this ship and not have someone recognize her and recoil in fear or disgust. No one here remembers her as the sorceress who almost tore the world apart. (Never mind that it wasn't even her: it was Ultimecia, but wearing her face, her body, her voice. Yet even people who know the difference tend to forget.)

Physically, though, she's as healthy as can be; the slim bones of her frame might suggest a certain fragility, but something about the way she carries herself says that's not the case. Her smile as she looks at Angharad is kind, motherly even. Compassionate without being pitying.

Edea thanks her and sits down, crossing her legs. Her gaze goes back to the stars for a moment.

"It's quite the view. I never imagined I'd ever see them so close in my life. We don't... really have ships like this where I come from." Esthar was the only country with the money and technology to fund a permanent spaceflight program, but even that was mostly for research purposes. Not... this.

"Have you been here long?" she asks, curiously.

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