A goddess cast from the heavens who crash-landed on Valisthea. Not an Eikon, but a being from the unknown. Known as Gaia, the goddess of life reads the fate written in the stars for the dwindling world. Alas, her own fate is not foretold by the cosm...
|| Rosfield Cottage || || Western Rosaria || || Year of the Realm - 886 ||
Clive was peacefully sleeping in bed until he felt something collide with his body. Opening his eyes, he lifted his head off the pillow to find Edric, his four-year-old son. He placed a hand on his back and patted it. "What's wrong?"
"Mother's acting weird again," Edric whined, clinging to his father. His emerald eyes stared into his father's sapphire ones.
This concerned Clive. He sat up and his son fell into his lap. "Where is she?"
"Outside in the flower patch."
Clive picked up his son and put him on the bed, ruffling his sable locks. "I'll go check on her. Why don't you go see how Lily and Ambrosia are doing?"
Edric's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yay! I get to play with the chocobos!"
With a smile, Clive watched his son dash downstairs and out the front door of the cottage. He walked down the stairs to see the various pots of flowers on the table. He smiled and knew exactly what was wrong with Lyra.
Stepping outside the cottage, he looked across the way to the flower patch by the river. He saw Lyra sitting in her green dress with flowers in the center of the patch. Her eyes were closed with her legs tucked underneath her. A gentle smile was etched across her face.
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Quietly, he approached his wife to avoid startling her. Once he was close enough, he kneeled in front of her. Gently, he reached out and combed a few golden strands behind her ear. This caused her to open her eyes. "Daydreaming again?"
"Mm, perhaps," she grinned. "I thought you were still sleeping."
"A certain someone woke me up."
"Ah..." Lyra looked over to the small stables where Ambrosia and Lily were. She saw her son getting some love and affection from the chocobos. "Did Edric call me weird again?"
Clive chuckled. "He did."
She sighed in disbelief. "Of course..."
"He loves you," he said. "But not more than I do."
She laughed. "I didn't realize you were competing. Don't ask me to pick a favorite, though. You both have an important place in my heart."
When they heard Edric laughing, they looked to the stables and saw the little boy running around with Ambrosia chasing after him. They knew the chocobo wouldn't hurt him and was simply playing.
"We should teach him to ride soon," Clive remarked. "And perhaps pick out his own chocobo."
"I think he would enjoy that very much," Lyra smiled fondly. "Will you teach him the way of the sword? The world is at peace, but there will always be misfits."
