A single beam of sunlight broke the thick darkness, shadows of the mess within turned from faint silhouettes to objects with shape and texture, boxes, various machina parts, an open tool box, the contents of which were scattered across the floor. Dust and the smell of grease hung thick in the air, a low, disapproving growl sounded from the entrance as black claws curled about the edge of the door and flung it open. A loud, girlish cry erupted from within, the sheets thrown across a mattress moved suddenly before settling over a slender, huddled body. The low, rumbling growl sounded once more, this time it was accompanied with a roll of the eyes, next came the all too familiar sound of heavy footsteps approaching the bed. A second later and the sheets were ripped away, revealing the girl beneath.

Her hair was a tangled mess of ebony locks, course that was hardly a strange sight, she wore nothing but a pair of black underwear and a black tank top, her face hidden away within the soft, plush belly of a toy Moogle and her arms wrapped tightly about the small, furry body.

Slowly, she opened one eye and peeked up at the Ronso towering over her, he was a beast, at least seven feet tall, perhaps eight with a grand black horn atop his head. His blue fur gave off a sheen in the sparing light that flooded her room and his hair which was light brown was bound at th back of his neck, the longer sections about is ears were bound into plaits and he dressed in simple coverings, a leather vest and some form of pants that shed never looked too closely at.

Fern? her voice was croaked and tired, What time is it? it took her a few moments to piece the words together, though fluent in the tongue of the humans in such a state she often reverted back to Al Bhed, unfortunately Fern did not understand the language and she hated to repeat herself.

The Ronso did not speak, she should have expected as much, after allit had been how many years since hed last uttered a word? Three? Strong and silent, she respected that about him. Instead, he turned to the curtains and flung them open with not so much as a straying glance to the girls shapely, exposed legs as she sat up, bleary eyed with one hand in her hair. Dawns light and the fresh smell of the sea flooded the room, she shunned from it as if it were some horrific befoulment, blinking several times in order to adjust her eyes to the light. With a low groan, Rae finally stood from her sheets, the arm of her Moogle grasped in one hand with her other still combing through her dark hair.

Alright, I get the picture, Ill be right out that was all Fern needed to hear. With that, he turned from her room, closed the door behind him and contented to stand by the door for the next few minutes until Rae stepped out, dressedfor the most part. Her hair was up, tied in a bind with but a few stray braids free to tickle the tops of her shoulders and green feathers hanging about her ears, that was a sign she was ready to face the day. She dressed in a black bikini top, haltered and tied about her neck, the sides of her bottoms could be seen on the sides of her hips beneath a rather short tattered denim skirt. She was an attractive girl, slender and pretty with exotic dark features in contrast to most blonde Al Bhed with but a hint of mystery and danger to her, as represented by the dagger strapped to her left thigh.

She yawned loudly as she stepped out and cast Fern a sore look, he ignored it and led the way down the hall, Rae followed in his great steps across the grated iron, a roll of black tape held in her hand and as they walked she peeled off strips and began to wrap them about each of her knuckles and wrist. They reached the end of the hall where a heavy iron door blocked the way to the deck, with but a push of a button the sound of mechanics whirred to life and with a hiss of steam the door lifted to expose a handful of Al Bhed enjoying breakfast while overlooking the blissful scene of sunrise over the Ilse of Besaid. Rae was more concerned with the harsh sunlight, she groaned and shielded her eyes from it while muttering a few choice words under her breath in her native tongue, shed spent all yesterday in her room, tinkering and toying, natural light was a factor she didnt often consider when it came to work.

Another day, another piece of wreckage, she sighed as she snapped a piece of tape from the roll with her teeth and bound it about her wrist. She walked forwards to survey what had been prepared for breakfast  no luck, it was all gone. She raised one fine brow and glanced to each member of her crew, in turn they all avoided her gaze, Rae merely shrugged and turned to the railing that bordered the deck, beneath them the ocean swirled and rippled, as clear as crystal yet as deep as the night sky. She glanced over her shoulder to Fern and tossed him the roll of tape, the Ronso caught it without a second though, his face completely expressionless.

Guess Ill have to catch my own breakfast this morning, she laughed as she slid out of her skirt, kicked it to the middle of the deck and leapt over the railings, crashing with a great splash into the cool depths of the sea.

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