̃”*°•. ̃”*°• Let's go in the garden, you'll find something waiting. Right there where you left it, lying upside down. •°*” ̃.•°*” ̃

I've had this idea for awhile. I luv the wild dog company so why not start with the captain? Depressy little vampire man. I was also grinding wyvern 13 while making this gotta grind out a speed set for ML Politis :(

Prompt

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"Ack-! Help! Dingo's trying to make me eat weird food again!" Cidd's voice could be heard in the distance, a good ways away from the Wild Dog Company's Captain. Sometimes, he had to get away from the noise, as much as he loved his friends. Or maybe it was more like get away from... thinking. About her. It was always about her, wasn't it? Why did it always went back to her?

His Ameris.

He shook his head, dispelling those thoughts from his mind as he walked the mountain paths of Wetheric Moor. There was no reason to think like that. He needed to be alert walking through the hills, anyways. It's not like there wasn't any beast or bandit he couldn't handle, but it wouldn't do for the Captain to be caught off guard, would it? Jenua had a location in mind. A garden, next to an estate abandoned after the Archdemon War. Seemed like there were more abandoned ruins in the Moors than there were people, but at least it made a nice place to sip a glass of wine and watch the sunset. His favorite Cabernet Sauvignon sat safely in a picnic basket in his free hand, an expensive one he kept in reserve for a special day... which never ended up coming, so he decided to finally crack it open.

As his feet took him to his destination, it became apparent as he got closer someone had beat him to his refuge. Someone who was looking at a book perched carefully on a rusty garden chair, their feet trying to match the movements shown in the book. Dancing, he realized. They were dancing. Memories of Ameris flooded his brain before he could stop them. His chance meeting with her, how she looked while trying to teach herself how to dance in the garden. How she didn't even realize she was stumbling over the male lead's parts...

His grip tightened on his picnic basket, almost unnoticeable as he kept his cool, not letting any reaction show through his nonchalance. "I didn't realize anyone else used this spot." He stated, leaning against the crumbling brick wall surrounding the overgrown garden. He nudged the iron gate open, it's hinges creaking and groaning in protest, and it's once intricate details being lost to nature and time.

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