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Mar 8, 2013 17:07:31 GMT -6
Post by Freya on Mar 8, 2013 17:07:31 GMT -6
From where she was perched on the bell tower of the church, the first three districts lay sprawled beneath her.
Freya Crescent wasn't much one for crowds or, more specifically, being in them-the market going on below in Traverse Town's 1st District certainly counted as one she'd prefer to watch than participate in.
On the ground it was a confusing hustle of people and merchants, with little to no private space afforded in the tightly-packed crowds. In the skies or on the rooftops, she had proper time to appreciate the site of this bizarre place.
It gave her a better chance to scan the crowds for any familiar faces but, like everywhere else she'd been so far, not one stood out from her memories.
Not even one of the many moogles bartering below matched the ones she remembered from Gaia.
It was a town like no other the Burmecian had visited, a strange mix and clash of different people and cultures and ideals that had no other choice but to stick together or fall into the darkness. The only place she could even half compare it to was the sleepless city of Treno, where smoke and coal fire belched out by factories kept the city and the surrounding area in a state of constant gloom, daylight being a precious commodity.
Here,the sky remained unsullied but constantly dark,the blue-black of the heavens painted with different stars than those of Gaia.
Where Treno was a disjointed place with decadent rich, starving poor and nothing in between, Traverse Town was a hodgepodge of pieces from destroyed worlds, glued together by a sense of unity she'd never seen in the sleepless city.
The church below her perhaps reflected this best; no-one she had spoken to knew exactly which world it had come from or what religion it had first belonged to, but whatever deities it had been built to honour had now learnt to share. Little shrines to numerous faiths were perched in corners and alcoves, on the altar and pews and sending wisps of scented smoke up into the rafters.
(Freya had lit incense for Reis earlier, but left before it could remind her too much of the temple in Burmecia with its shining golds and reds, one of the few things not washed out by the rain.)
Claws scratching against the tiles, Freya shifted her weight to her left leg, and prepared to jump.
(As interesting as this town was, she wasn't going to find her friends or her home by admiring the scenery.)
She leapt and,for one exhilarating moment before she landed on one of the 2nd District benches,Freya flew.
"Sir Fratley,Zidane...Where could you be?"
Freya Crescent wasn't much one for crowds or, more specifically, being in them-the market going on below in Traverse Town's 1st District certainly counted as one she'd prefer to watch than participate in.
On the ground it was a confusing hustle of people and merchants, with little to no private space afforded in the tightly-packed crowds. In the skies or on the rooftops, she had proper time to appreciate the site of this bizarre place.
It gave her a better chance to scan the crowds for any familiar faces but, like everywhere else she'd been so far, not one stood out from her memories.
Not even one of the many moogles bartering below matched the ones she remembered from Gaia.
It was a town like no other the Burmecian had visited, a strange mix and clash of different people and cultures and ideals that had no other choice but to stick together or fall into the darkness. The only place she could even half compare it to was the sleepless city of Treno, where smoke and coal fire belched out by factories kept the city and the surrounding area in a state of constant gloom, daylight being a precious commodity.
Here,the sky remained unsullied but constantly dark,the blue-black of the heavens painted with different stars than those of Gaia.
Where Treno was a disjointed place with decadent rich, starving poor and nothing in between, Traverse Town was a hodgepodge of pieces from destroyed worlds, glued together by a sense of unity she'd never seen in the sleepless city.
The church below her perhaps reflected this best; no-one she had spoken to knew exactly which world it had come from or what religion it had first belonged to, but whatever deities it had been built to honour had now learnt to share. Little shrines to numerous faiths were perched in corners and alcoves, on the altar and pews and sending wisps of scented smoke up into the rafters.
(Freya had lit incense for Reis earlier, but left before it could remind her too much of the temple in Burmecia with its shining golds and reds, one of the few things not washed out by the rain.)
Claws scratching against the tiles, Freya shifted her weight to her left leg, and prepared to jump.
(As interesting as this town was, she wasn't going to find her friends or her home by admiring the scenery.)
She leapt and,for one exhilarating moment before she landed on one of the 2nd District benches,Freya flew.
"Sir Fratley,Zidane...Where could you be?"