Not Quite a Homecoming [Deling City] Apr 7, 2011 3:45:46 GMT -5
Post by Griever on Apr 7, 2011 3:45:46 GMT -5
Deling City. Home.
Hard to think of it that way now, though, Rinoa mused as she walked slowly down the sidewalk, the pavement aglow with the multicolored reflections of the city's countless lights. Funny how some things never changed, even when the world itself was a wholly different place. Deling and its rain were as inseparable as ever.
Yes, memories of the city she had in plenty, stretching back to her earliest childhood. Her father's manor, her mother's kindness and her lovely voice - oh, how she'd loved to watch her sing, whenever she got the chance. But it wasn't only the good that lingered for her here, not by any stretch, and it was the bitter memories that had finally driven her from this place. Timber - that felt like home now. Garden felt like home.
Deling was full of memories, but that was all it was.
But it felt good to be back, despite everything. It had been far too long since she'd been in familiar surroundings, and while the city was certainly busier than ever, it was otherwise unchanged, down to the bright red buses that passed every few minutes, bearing their passengers to this destination or that. How quickly people could pick themselves up, even when everything had changed.
The same was true for her, she acknowledged, kicking at the sidewalk as she went. What else could she do, though, but keep moving forward? Sitting around, waiting for things to resolve themselves - that had never sat well with her. If she wanted things to change, she had to make them change.
And after bringing down a sorceress who tried to compress time and merging the worlds, what was finding Squall and learning more about what that girl in Besaid had said?
Soon the street turned brighter and the crowds grew thicker, and before long she found herself in Deling's center of commerce. Here the increase in the city's activity was more readily apparent than anywhere, the sidewalks so choked with people that passage became difficult and the windows that lined the street seemed alive themselves with the movement from within. A smile touched her lips as she wove her way through the crowd. The Galbadia Hotel - heart of any traveler's stay in the city, and the best place in town to pick up any recent news.
Music met her ears the moment she stepped through the doorway. Unfamiliar music. A foreign band, no doubt, looking to bring in some new fans far away from home. Giving a small nod of acknowledgment to the greetings of the woman behind the counter, she descended the stairway into the hotel bar.
It had never been this crowded when her mother had performed here, she noted as the stairs wound past the ceiling's drapery and gave way to a view of the floor. But there was no doubt that it was Julia Heartilly that had given this place its fame, even if many of the customers that now filled the room had never heard of her.
But Rinoa wasn't here for reminiscing. Best to find a seat, start a conversation, and see what she could pick up. A glance toward the tables filling the center of the room was enough to dismiss them; the people there were only interested in the music. The bar, however...ah, and there was an empty seat right on the end. She looked around at her company as she sat down, leaning a little over the counter for a better view, before settling in.
Now to listen in and hope no one around would recognize her. Being dragged back to her father's manor was hardly her idea of a productive visit.