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Characters: Balthier and Ashe
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Balthier and Ashe meet up for the first time.
Location: Alexandria
Date: April 1803
Warnings: None, as of yet, but it is Balthier...


Hearing a familiar voice had certainly been a blessing. Of course it was nice that he had Fran with him, but that went without saying, and whilst seeing Penelo and Mjrn was wonderful, it was always good to know you were not the only one stuck in a boat you didn't wish to be sat in. Balthier had acquired himself a new shirt and a pair of boots, thanks to a good few gil he'd earnt, and felt rather comfortable in this place known as Alexandria. Which partially concerned him.

Getting comfortable will only lead to me becoming part of this Hell, he mused inwardly as he strode down the street, towards the inn Ashe had claimed she'd be at. Dressed in but a white shirt that was buttoned only by the two central buttons, his tight leather pants and those boots he'd gotten, his gun was strapped to his back. It was good to be able to seek out a friend in a sea of unfamiliar faces, yet his mind often wandered to Ivalice and her skies.

As he came near the inn, Balthier slid his hands through his perfectly styled hair, perhaps making it look better, if that was even possible, and smirked as he realised he was coming up behind the young royal. Reaching out his bare hands, which were quite on display with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, he covered the woman's eyes from behind, leaning to her ear.

"Consider yourself kidnapped, Princess," he jested in whisper by her ear, chuckling a moment later as he released her, resting one hand on his hip and looking down to the girl, smiling.

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With the topic of conversation returning to her impending parenthood, Ashe's hand found its way to her stomach once more. As Balthier had said, this would be a royal child, prince or princess to Dalmasca, should a return there ever come to pass. And, as such, she and Rasler had sworn to raise their child with the values their own fathers had taught them.

"I..." Ashe took a moment to mull over the mathematics of her condition. "From what I'm aware, what the physician told me, I have close to five months to wait. I am able to feel the baby move, now," she revealed, with a soft smile to herself.

She wondered whether apprehension was as natural a feeling as delight. Still a young woman of only nineteen, Ashe felt both. Having grown up in the palace, she hadn't ever known another pregnant woman, and didn't know entirely what to expect. Oh, she had ideas, but tuition didn't always reflect experience.

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"Well, five months then. I shall be sure to remember." Without another word, he stood, sliding a hand through his hair as he did. It was time he got back and found out what Fran was currently doing. No doubt she would be expecting he was in trouble, too. It almost seemed like the Viera didn't trust him on his own for longer than five minutes.

Which, perhaps, was a merittable thought...

Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to Ashe's cheek, smiling lightly. "I must go. I have to find Fran and apologise for being short with her the other night." He winked at the royal, soon giving her hand a squeeze and making to leave.

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No sooner had Balthier squeezed her hand than Ashe stood herself, a polite gesture in return for all those he'd shown toward her. Meeting him again, in person, had been a pleasure and a reassurance. Yes, she was left with concern that he would be able to grow comfortable with living in Gaia, though the pirate was no stranger to the unexpected and was intelligent and resourceful enough to adapt.

"Very well then," came her pleasant reply, though she secretly hoped she'd be able to meet him again, before her pregnancy ended. "For now, farewell, Balthier."