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Summary: It's been a year since Chaos was defeated and the world was saved. So, naturally, it's time for a reunion party, right?
Location: Lindblum Grand Castle
Date: November 1st, 1806
Style: Up to you!

About two weeks ago, an invitation was sent out via skyphone to all of the sky people of Gaia- and a select few natives, too. It invited everyone to Lindblum, for a one year anniversary celebration of Garland's defeat. Such an event couldn't pass by without a celebration, after all. Yesterday, airships had been sent out to the far corners of the world to pick up everyone and bring them to Lindblum. Even the most reticent and party-hating of adventurers won't be able to avoid this. It is a worldwide celebration. Besides, it's best to celebrate with friends.

The Lindblum castle is covered in decorations for the occasion. Most are plain and themed for the upcoming winter, though for some reason, moogles feature rather prominently. Tables set around the ballroom are covered with snacks and foods, from snowmen to more moogles to- are those cookies shaped like Garland on a chobobo? ... Maybe it's best not to ask.

In the center of the ballroom is a clear space for dancing, and musicians sit off to the side and play for those who want to dance. To the side, there are tables for those who are looking for a simple conversation or who are taking time to eat. And, of course, for those who want to get away from everything for a while, there are always places in Lindblum to slip away to. But why would you want to do that, when everyone is here?

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Occasions like this have always been difficult for Jecht, in some ways. Whilst he is the type to be the life and soul of the party, the fact he was enemies with those around him at some point often dulls that down, even if they have been companions since. Really, you should all be glad he's giving it as much thought as that, and usually it would be troll speed ahead.

That said, after the war, a lot of that has started to fade away. He may be lingering on the sidelines now, but he's still managing to make hiimself the center of attention by telling stories of blitzing to anyone who'll listen (mostly the trainees he's teaching - success has yet to be determined), or stories of his various journeys. Vastly exagerated, of course.

And true to course, the Warrior is pretty much the only fighter there. He doesn't mind it, because he still has a place there, as a Paladin. And there are certainly things that he can take care of that are more difficult for the mages (he's been convinced to help with a lot of building efforts, over the past year) but still, he's missed having someone to train with.

This is why he nods immediately when Kain suggests a spar. "I agree. Perhaps tomorrow, unless you will not be in Lindblum still, by then." If he had his armor on, he'd suggest it right now. But he doesn't, so he won't. He won't fight without armor and shield unless he has to, still.

The warrior had reached this truce with his hair long before Porom had (admittedly, there hadn't been much of a battle with it on his part in the first place) At least it's only messy, and not tangled, mostly due to Porom's constant efforts.

Those same efforts are the same reason he doesn't flinch at all when she runs her fingers through his hair now, only nods to her, then hesitantly leans forward to kiss her forehead.

"Yes." He doesn't sound surprised himself. It's hard to tell what he's feeling from his voice, actually. "A year, and he has not reappeared. Nor have any new threats risen to take his place."

Rydia's wandering nearby, calling out her daughter's name. She pauses and sighs, picking up yet another pair of familiar tiny shoes stowed away on the dance floor. Someone is rebelling against footwear again.

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Two years, and Percy hasn't forgotten about Ceodore, either. Without a giant dragon routinely wiping his memory, he's rather good at keeping details in his mind. He doesn't exactly know or understand how the way he treats Ceodore is so novel to the boy, but he does enjoy interacting with him. For that reason, he nods to Ceodore when he approaches.

"It has. Have you fared well?"

"Or that," he acknowledges. He considers the situation Rydia has described. It doesn't seem like that much of a horrible one to him, for a Blue Mage, but of course, he's not the girl's guardian, and he is not overprotective of anyone unless the situation is dire. "If she is to be a Blue Mage, some degree of that is necessary. What exactly is it about this method that you would prefer she stop?"

"I plan to. I owe Cecil much the same." He nods to Ursula as she joins the two of them, and observes the glance that passes between the two. Well, isn't this interesting.

"Not yet?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "Do you intend to share what that eventuality might be?"

"No." Kain, you should know better than that. But it is true that Golbez does his best to be on top of the information about current events. If something was going wrong, he probably would know very quickly. "I meant the reason for this conversation specifically. You have made no secret of your dislike for me, Highwind."

He's accepted that, honestly. It's why he sets the book aside so easily when Rosa approaches, and gestures for her to take one of the seats at the table. "I may not be inclined toward attending celebrations, but this is not one I would miss," he says.

Vincent glances over at Genesis, but resettles himself to look out over the city after only a moment. He has no wine himself- he hasn't gone into the party yet to be able to get any. Maybe he will later.

"If I didn't plan to be seen, you wouldn't have seen me." He means it, too. There are plenty of spires on the castle far more remote than this one, and with Vincent being Vincent, they would also make perfectly acceptable perches.

"The slipping alone and without notice, first and foremost. I'm also worried about her not being as careful as she could be. Monsters may find her interesting, but I don't want her becoming complacent around them."

Besides, with Kain regarding Zephyr as his own child, it would be rather hypocritical of him. If he was jealous, Reis might point that out, at least.

"I'd say we already have a symbol of what the dragoons have become. Zephyr is a rather good icon. Better than Boreas, certainly, for all that he's growing." Ricard smiles. "But a group of us flying would be impressive, I admit. I look forward to the day it comes."

There's nothing wrong with a reunion of former warriors of Chaos, especially when Chaos is dead and gone. Besides, they have a different experience with him than everyone else. It's why Golbez eventually abandons his book and goes to find Jecht, potentially interrupting him mid-story. Sorry, man, he knows about your braggart ways and he does not care at all.

"Jecht. I hope you do not mind if I say it is good to see you."

"So, in short, you wish for her to have supervision." That, he can understand. Young unsupervised mages can cause explosions. "Do you know of any blue mages who she might learn from?"

Rydia shakes her head. "It's really not a common thing here, so I don't know any blue mages personally. I'll keep trying to ask around, but until then at least having supervision from someone skilled in some kind of magic is ideal."

If it were possible for Ceodore to be anymore proud at that moment, it shows because he puffs up and beams at his wife. Not being one to ever put a damper on what he says, there's an eager nod for his uncle along with the explanation. "We're having a baby."

Well ok no, Ursula is the one having the baby. Ceodore's contribution to this process ~~now that the fun part is over~~ is to drive her crazy with being overprotective. 'We' probably isn't quite the right word for it.

He kisses her back, resting his hand on her cheek as he pushes himself up onto tiptoes so she doesn't need to lean down quite so much.

"So then, those dances?"

Zidane could attract trouble wherever he went. It was a well known fact. Of course, married life and parenthood had quelled the mischief slightly, but there was still plenty of trouble-making in the king.

He couldn't help but smile as they danced. "Oh she's going to be a fine little thief when she's older, you can count on that." Hey, he's got to encourage his favourite niece!

"Aye. Let us go." With that, Mjrn takes his arm, ready to spend the night content in his presence.

"Yeah." He nods crisply and steals a glance over at Ursula. "More important, she is." Because there's something to be said about the peace in the house of having a non-cranky wife. Something Ceodore would do well to remember when he starts his hovering. But he does enjoy the chance to get out and socialize, not having the aversion to parties that Kain does.

"It's been a while. How's the rebuilding going?" He at least has a fair idea of what most of his friends have been up to, even if he doesn't get to see them all that often.

"All right." He nods once in agreement. He stops walking and faces Ursula, putting his hands on her arms and indulging in studying her. Never gets old. Ceodore leans in and kisses her on the forehead. "Love you." Just a reminder in case she's forgotten in the last hour.

"What if... your parents' names? For middle names." It was something of a dicey topic to bring up, knowing that she was separated from them forever, but they were good people and it seemed fitting to give their child that tie to his or her heritage.

And there's no place in Gaia he'd rather be than with Mjrn in his arms. Good food, good drink, good music and the most beautiful woman in the world.

He smiles as he leads her to the dance-floor.

Friends to see indeed. Celes approaches Setzer as soon as she sees him, a small smile on her face as she does. "Setzer. Should've known you'd be here." It was less of a surprise that he would be, more that she was there.

Not playing chase as much as chasing Brooke down. Raine's suffered a traumatic moment of fear when the baby's gotten far enough away from her to have temporarily lost in the crowd. Her voice takes on a shrill and panicked tone, "Brooke?!"

And then she spots the little one with Rosa. What a relief. Raine hustles over, a stern look on her face for the youngest. "Brooke, you can't run off like that, baby. I'm so sorry, Rosa."

"Denzel!!"

Eiko wastes no time running across the room to her boy the second she spots him. No glomping hugs, but that's part of the age. Things are... a little awkward now. She's not a little girl anymore and Denzel doesn't just make her happy, he genuinely gives her a fluttery stomach. Which doesn't make any sense. Unless it's because a certain friend of hers said if they were really serious, they should be kissing and holding hands like in the books. And well... that's stuff she'd like to do but it's not happened yet. At least, not in the 'couple' sense. It hasn't quite dawned on her that they've got years to do that sort of stuff.

"Where'd you get all the cookies?" Yeah. That's romantic there kiddo.

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