The Good Left Undone
10-17-2016, 06:52 PM
His dreams of a pack were not yet forgotten, nor was his hopes of seeing Shiro and Obscoro once again. Though Ganta was pretty happy at having seen Roza again in his visit to the East. It’d been nice to see a familiar face by the lake and he was quite happy that she’d been there when he was. Ganta couldn’t remember the last time loneliness had been chased away like that. It was clear that the young man needed some friends... But something about those in Ivalice still seemed a bit... Well, he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was, really. But they certainly didn’t seem the most approachable in some respects. Was he just not trying hard enough?
He had wandered back North, though he wasn’t quite ready to go back to Ivalice just yet. His plans for Dragoste were being tossed back and forth within his mind, hope that he might one day form the pack flittering in his heart. As he shifted his ghostly gaze to the waters of the falls he perked his ears and breathed in the cool crisp air. Soon winter was going to be upon them and the world of the North would be a blanket of white. He could hardly wait. |
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