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[lunarborn]

[Cecil hadn't known he had a son. He hadn't known how quickly he would grow to love that son, nor how heartbroken he would be when the boy would flee the relative safety of his household due to the tiniest of scuffles with a good friend. A good friend who, evidently, had been wildly and passionately lusting after the woman who is now Cecil's wife. Let alone the things he's been doing with Cecil's own adopted daughter. It's been a hard month, and it just became harder with the tree event and subsequent loss of his son's presence in the house. It hadn't taken him very long to become completely enamored with that boy.

This time, lacking a proper confidante, Cecil is attempting to resolve his inner struggles without a physical outlet. He's gone out to the desert today, dug his blade into the sand, and knelt before the design on its hilt. He's having a moment of prayer, but won't mind discussing it if he's interrupted. All are welcome.]

[OOC: This is mostly a placeholder post; threads will be tagged come morning. <3]

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[esper-flight.livejournal.com]

[Terra glances around at the desert terrain, a little surprised. Most people don't visit the desert for such things, but then she remembers Moro's message.]

Oh, I see. And you chose the desert because the woods are off-limits, for now?

[She glances at him curiously.]

[lunarborn.livejournal.com]

That also. [Though he looks eager to skirt the topic completely.]

[esper-flight.livejournal.com]

[Terra nods, though unfortunately for Cecil, she doesn't always pick up on subtleties.]

I saw Ceodore trying to commune with nature, too. Sort of. It seems a strange time for it, but I hope it goes well.

[lunarborn.livejournal.com]

Oh, you and Ceodore have met? [There have been far stranger times for such prayer, truthfully.]

[esper-flight.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. Not far from here, actually.

[She glances around, unable to pinpoint the exact location, but it doesn't matter, anyway.]

He's a very nice boy. I'm glad to have met him.