I'm writing a post-game FFIX continuation fic. Goal is 10,000 words. I don't have much yet - hoping to get most of it finished this week.
----------------- The beggar, ragged hood drawn over his head, was curled up in a sunbeam by the flower shop door, which was odd because beggars usually kept to the shadows until dark, or they slept away the day in shelters. Her father had set up the shelters five years after the war, when it had become obvious that the homelessness problem would not simply go away on its own. Eiko could have told him that years ago, but Cid was stubborn, too stubborn to admit that this post-war Lindblum was no longer the city he'd once known.
"Princess?" one of her guards said.
She'd been staring again. If the beggar knew he was being watched, he gave no sign. Except for the slight rise and fall of his shoulders, he could have been dead.
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The beggar, ragged hood drawn over his head, was curled up in a sunbeam by the flower shop door, which was odd because beggars usually kept to the shadows until dark, or they slept away the day in shelters. Her father had set up the shelters five years after the war, when it had become obvious that the homelessness problem would not simply go away on its own. Eiko could have told him that years ago, but Cid was stubborn, too stubborn to admit that this post-war Lindblum was no longer the city he'd once known.
"Princess?" one of her guards said.
She'd been staring again. If the beggar knew he was being watched, he gave no sign. Except for the slight rise and fall of his shoulders, he could have been dead.
"Sorry," she said. "Let's go in."