| [The town of Mobliz was a cheerful place. What it lacked in food and shelter, it made up for it tenfold in energy. It had been several days since Kefka's tower fell, and as the celebrations died down, the task to rebuild seemed daunting-
But not nearly as daunting as taking care of the children, who ran around the town with renewed energy. Fearless of monsters like Humbaba or destruction from the Light of Judgement. They warmed up to the group, enjoying wrestling with Sabin, or listening to Locke's stories, but what surprised Celes was the children that seemed to follow her around like a shadow. Every spare moment they were telling her about a frog they caught or a flower they picked and questions, the questions never stopped. About their journey, asking her to sing (apparently the Opera was a favorite story among the kids), or just random questions about why the sky was blue, what made the grass grow, why did it rain.
Currently, Celes was seated outside, one of the younger children seated in her lap, while two others yanked and pulled at her hair, bickering over how to braid it, and one boy sat in the grass nearby, picking a bouquet of dandelions and shyly handing it over to Celes.] |