Guardian of the Destined (As You Wish)

Thirty-Two: Seahorses don't become Dragons, pt 1

'Did we just nearly skip Amanda-Author's fav filler arc?'

'...'

'...we did. Aw. But we get to play games afterwards, so that's fine!~'

The little guardian laid upon her cloud and looked up at the sky, contemplating a plot for reasons a fictional character shouldn't even be aware about, and was pulled out of her sky-gazing by the smell of something sweet...

"Sylvie-chwan! I made your favorite!"

She blinked.

"Which favorite?"

"Vanilla Ice Cream on Brownie!"

That...that was holier than any normal ice cream. Holier than ice cream cake.

"Is there whipped cream on top?"

"Of course!"

Sylvie quickly zoomed towards the kitchens, just as a speck made itself known on the horizon, unnoticed.

("Notice me!" Said the Island, unnoticed.)

Sylvie was happily eating scoop after scoop when a few minutes later, Zoro called down from the main mast.

"Oi. Island up ahead." He told them. Now everyone noticed the island.

("Thank you!" Said the island, noticed.)

It was an hour later when they anchored down, it was dark, so everyone went to sleep, minus Robin and Sylvie.

"Hi Robin-nee!" The angel smiled, careful not to wake the others. She was in pajamas, which was a dark blue tank top and bright yellow fluffy pants. She was hugging a pillow in her arms. Robin smiled and patted her own lap, which Sylvie sat and Robin continued reading. It was a comfortable silence, until Sylvie blinked up at the assassin, with dropping eyelids. Robin noticed and smiled gently.

"You remind me of that girl." The little Guardian mumbled softly.

"Do I?" Robin questioned, intrigued.

"White and purple hair, is what she had...yours is black and purplish, I think. Or bluish." Sylvie reaches for a lock of the archeologist's hair. "I remember her. I know her hair, the shape of her eyes, her nose, mouth, chin." Sylvie distantly wondered why she was speaking this, but it felt nice.

"I remember her face..." the angel looked away. "I don't remember her though. I don't know her likes, dislikes. Her dreams for her future, or what she lived for. But I know she was close to me."

"You remind me of her, Robin. I remember now that she loved books, always quiet, and dangerous." Sylvie closed her eyes, reminiscing. "You reminded me that she had straight cut hair and a neat fringe. Rouge reminded me she always wore a flower as a pin in her hair."

"Every incarnation, I meet someone who helps me remember more about her." Sylvie says. "I wanna know more about her. But I have to wait until this run ends and I vanish again."

"You'll remember her again." Robin smiled softly, but the girl was already asleep.

Robin continued reading her book.

(End of pt. 1 of "Seahorses don't become Dragons"

PART TWO WILL BE LONGER I SWEAR.

And more interesting. Because I just finished it! (Yay)

But here I am again, I've written all the way up to Sabody. ;P)