A stern, soul-piercing stare went first to Rinoa, then to the child's little protector. Matoya wasn't particularly pleased with either of their responses and felt the need to let them know it before her business concluded. The comment from Minwu, however, earned him a glare. "Of course I'm ready! I've been ready for the last two millennia." Falling into her old standby of grumbling, she hefted herself to her feet and then shuffled slowly to the base of the myrrh tree giving it an annoyed rap with her staff.
She then turned, surveying their faces for whom she should choose. None deserved to shoulder the burden, the knights were unsuitable, and the older of the sorceresses was too led by her emotions to trust. No, it would have to be Minwu, though out of them all, Matoya detested leaving him with such a weight. It seemed poor gratitude to her.
"I bequeath what is mine to you. Be a better steward of it than I have been."
As she released her power, little by little so as to not shatter the unfortunate mage, the first to go was the illusion of her appearance. It faded away to reveal her as she had been in her youth (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110307092447/finalfantasy/images/3/34/FF_Legends_Matoya.png), eternal youth which she'd rejected as useless and preposterous in her hermitage. A meaningless remnant of days where she'd known joy and had danced. For a fleeting moment, her mind raced in wonder if she could even remember what it felt like to do so, then shoved it away as a fruitless effort.
Slowly, she sank to her knees, determined to at least die with some semblance of dignity, and then slumped over onto the floor to breathe her last. At that moment, every broom in the cave clattered to the floor, lifeless as their mistress, no longer sustained by her pity and magic.
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Date: 2011-06-30 12:37 pm (UTC)She then turned, surveying their faces for whom she should choose. None deserved to shoulder the burden, the knights were unsuitable, and the older of the sorceresses was too led by her emotions to trust. No, it would have to be Minwu, though out of them all, Matoya detested leaving him with such a weight. It seemed poor gratitude to her.
"I bequeath what is mine to you. Be a better steward of it than I have been."
As she released her power, little by little so as to not shatter the unfortunate mage, the first to go was the illusion of her appearance. It faded away to reveal her as she had been in her youth (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110307092447/finalfantasy/images/3/34/FF_Legends_Matoya.png), eternal youth which she'd rejected as useless and preposterous in her hermitage. A meaningless remnant of days where she'd known joy and had danced. For a fleeting moment, her mind raced in wonder if she could even remember what it felt like to do so, then shoved it away as a fruitless effort.
Slowly, she sank to her knees, determined to at least die with some semblance of dignity, and then slumped over onto the floor to breathe her last. At that moment, every broom in the cave clattered to the floor, lifeless as their mistress, no longer sustained by her pity and magic.