At two years old the concept of death was not so easily understood. If I could just return his head to his shoulders... surely that would wake him up? But I was too small, and his horns too large and heavy.
In the end I survived, which was Nobuyuki's most fervent wish.
I was born too early, you know. My mother was a shinobi who never wanted me, but she loved my father. He saved her life, so she spared mine.
He was barely Noct's age and suddenly had this sickly little wisp of a newborn. Had he and my grandmother not been such skilled herbalists I surely would have died. The village didn't expect me to see my first birthday, but I did.
That was one of the memories I saw. My grandfather, Ganbold, sitting at the edge of a spring surrounded by blooming plum trees. She found stray petals in the mud and gave them to him. He scooped her into a hug and gave her a name from his culture.
My grandmother arrived shortly after, angry he stole me away on my birthday. He scooped her up into his arms, too, and carried both of his girls back home.
In a different memory I was much younger. A handful of months old, perhaps. I was teething on my grandfather's tail and he was delighted. My father came through the door and I saw him and smiled my first smile. I think you would have liked to see that memory. Auri babies are very cute, with their nubby little horns and tails.
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In the end I survived, which was Nobuyuki's most fervent wish.
I was born too early, you know. My mother was a shinobi who never wanted me, but she loved my father. He saved her life, so she spared mine.
He was barely Noct's age and suddenly had this sickly little wisp of a newborn. Had he and my grandmother not been such skilled herbalists I surely would have died. The village didn't expect me to see my first birthday, but I did.
That was one of the memories I saw. My grandfather, Ganbold, sitting at the edge of a spring surrounded by blooming plum trees. She found stray petals in the mud and gave them to him. He scooped her into a hug and gave her a name from his culture.
My grandmother arrived shortly after, angry he stole me away on my birthday. He scooped her up into his arms, too, and carried both of his girls back home.
In a different memory I was much younger. A handful of months old, perhaps. I was teething on my grandfather's tail and he was delighted. My father came through the door and I saw him and smiled my first smile. I think you would have liked to see that memory. Auri babies are very cute, with their nubby little horns and tails.