Inspired by my character Macha uu
If you want to blame someone for the title .. . Well, give it to Kero>.>
"No way!"
Ingvalt Brandon or rather Brandon Ingvalt lord, as he liked to call himself by his subordinates, he slammed his fists on the table and do very little nobility. The cigar protruding from his mustache quivered and threatened to fall, but the elder was able to keep balance between the teeth. The secretary instinctively took refuge behind the folder full of reports to be approved.
"You're not going anywhere until they graduated from the Academy you," roared again, pointing to a tiny girl with red hair who was stationed a few meters from him. She looked up at the ceiling, apparently more interested in the carvings that he was bringing the discussion forward. The move did not escape the man, who snorted angrily dall'irriverenza of his niece.
"Really, if I got the sense from your poor grandmother, God rest his soul ..." he muttered himself, but loud enough to be heard. It was not the first time that occurred the scene, and Macha knew that sooner or later my grandfather would give only his pride prevented him from immediately accept the request of his unique and beloved nephew. It was not every day that she asked him to recommend it for entry in a Garden, in this case as a Garden of recent foundation than those of Rinoa, whose name was mentally bound to that of another, much more ; famous Rinoa: the galbadiana Heartilly. Galbadiani! In his mind, Lord Brandon with contempt that word in Galbadia hated everything that was, they were news in the newspapers or the latest in fashion. Galbadia not easily forget what he had done not long ago in Esthar.
Macha still waited a few moments in silence before you speak: "Actually, my grandfather, I believe that the Garden would learn much more than being at the Academy of Esthar. Among other things I do not like the environment there, "he concluded, crossing his fingers behind his back, maybe that was the right time.
Lord Brandon snorted once more before taking pen to paper and start writing a letter. But before they could begin to exult Macha, added: "I was hoping that one day I could take my place. I'm too old to command the space station now. " A phrase that Macha raised her eyes again, not at all convinced. With its seventy years old, plus well taken, Lord Brandon had no need to dispose of the position he held, not least in the near future. To take care of the inspections he thought his second, and his role was primarily approved by Lunagate launches, now increasingly rare. Since Adele's seal had been removed and defeat the witch, the base was used for studies of disasters and monsters called "Lunar Lament" but it was almost certain that the mission would soon be lifted, and military employees, including Lord Brandon, would be guaranteed a job of equal rank in another sector of the army.
The man finally ended the letter and signed it with a final flourish. He handed the envelope to his niece, who folded it carefully in his pocket, in particular so to get to jump for joy before the grandfather. In the end it was a lady of good family, good manners above all.
"That's it. See you commit at least, "muttered Lord Brandon, before dismissing Macha and return to his job occupations - sign relations and turn the damn cigar, now that her niece had gone out. A half hour before he was about to pull the flame to the tip, when a tornado red had fallen again to ask him a letter of introduction to the Garden in which he wished to move, and then was forced to extinguish the lighter to avoid the reproaches of his niece. Macha could not stand people who smoked and had launched a personal campaign among the servants, not always well received by them, to abolish cigarettes and the like in the workplace.
Meanwhile, outside the door, Macha to forty-two teeth had a grin on his face, the same as a child who had just got a giant lollipop. His 'lollipop' after all was the most important and most coveted of a common dessert, and finally could let go of the Military Academy Esthar to a more elitist, and perhaps more common ground, such as that of a Garden. A Esthar a supporting role as his was not highly respected, and therefore the burning desire to do something that was not just being relegated to medical camps to carry packs of bottles.
Deleting these depressing memories from the mind, Macha ran to his room, actually placed at a considerable distance from the study of his grandfather, and began to prepare for departure. Long-petted her cats - two females and one male - who were lazily curled up in bed, as was their custom when it was too hot. For his part, Macha had already sent a request for transfer to his superiors, and they, perhaps glad to be rid of a soldier not so useful, they readily accepted. Missing only the letter of Lord Brandon, and now that he had, nothing could further delay his departure.
Indeed, perhaps there was something: the train. He had studied the schedules, but if he did not hurry up, would not come in time to buy a ticket and take the first race available to FH, where it seemed that the academy was berthed at the Garden of Rinoa. Actually did not understand why structure student was separated from the main body of the Garden, but no doubt was one of the innovative things that characterize the management.
He left his father's residence accompanied by two groups of households, who have gathered together to greet the young mistress Esthar before he left for what would have been a long time. Yeah, who knows when she would return ...
A slight breeze accompanied her as she climbed on the train and turned for the last time, staring at the dazzling blue that Esthar issued under the light of day as if imprimerselo in the pupils. Then the door closed and the train rattled, he dropped slowly the station.
In front of her a long bridge, like the infinite possibilities.
