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chef_chocobro) wrote2024-08-30 08:02 am
chef_chocobro) wrote2024-08-30 08:02 am
Waterson Point State Park; Upstate New York; Friday [08/30].
It was August 30th, and that meant one thing and one thing only for Prompto, Gladio, and Ignis: the annual fishing trip to honor Noct's birthday. This year, the spot chosen was far up in Upstate New York, near the Canada border, on an island accessible only by boat, which stirred up all sorts of memories about being turned away at Galdin Quay, about having to restore Regis' old yacht at Cape Caem to cross the Cygillan Ocean, and also Angelgard, where Noct had awakened after ten years of slumber inside the Crystal to finally confront Ardyn Izunia and save Eos from the Starscourge once and for all.
Which was to say that it was almost practically perfect. It hurt, of course, to be reminded of all of this, but that was part of the point, to reflect and look back on everything that had happened back then....and everything that had happened since. Respecting the past, hope for the future, and sharing a cold drink (beer and Ebony, respectively, with a few Jetty's thrown in now, too) with the memory for the lost comrade whose importance was almost impossible to put into words.
So they didn't. Not really. They put it into action, by spending a day in a beautiful spot on their new world, engaging in an activity that they all kind of hated but that Noctis had loved almost more than anything, and there was no better way to spend August 30th than that.
[[ NFB for distance, of course, but can be open if you wanted to get in touch with any chocobro or if you just so happen to be on a boat-only accessible state park in the St. Lawrence River! ]]
Which was to say that it was almost practically perfect. It hurt, of course, to be reminded of all of this, but that was part of the point, to reflect and look back on everything that had happened back then....and everything that had happened since. Respecting the past, hope for the future, and sharing a cold drink (beer and Ebony, respectively, with a few Jetty's thrown in now, too) with the memory for the lost comrade whose importance was almost impossible to put into words.
So they didn't. Not really. They put it into action, by spending a day in a beautiful spot on their new world, engaging in an activity that they all kind of hated but that Noctis had loved almost more than anything, and there was no better way to spend August 30th than that.
[[ NFB for distance, of course, but can be open if you wanted to get in touch with any chocobro or if you just so happen to be on a boat-only accessible state park in the St. Lawrence River! ]]