#aleria is like (Final Fantasy VII Spoilers)

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FFXIVWrite Day thirteen: Check

Babycorn looked up at the night sky above them. It was harder to see it in the Black Shroud than in other places. The trees were too big! They were blocking her way! “Cold…” Babycorn shivered.  It was a cold night and the only blanket they had she used to cover Cherrypit. He was taking one of his rare naps and Babycorn didn’t want to risk waking him up just to feel a little bit warmer. Besides, she’d learned by now that sleeping next to Cherrypit just made her colder. As if the cold wasn’t enough, there was also the feeling they were being watched.  “Just leave us alone!” She yelled to someone.

Aleria let out a loud yawn as she laid back on her chair. 

They had all just returned from another busy day in Drybone, selling and buying produce all at the same time. Her and Lalatov might not have as much experience in being vendors but they did have a secret weapon at their side.

Said secret weapon was being tucked into her crib right at this moment by her beloved husband. 

Aleria turned her head to look at how he was doing. She didn’t really need to. Out of the two of them, Lalatov was the gentlest one by a malm. Chelinka never stirred whenever he was the one putting her down for a nap or picking her up while she slept. 

“How’s our little babycorn?” Aleria asked. 

Babycorn was Chelinka’s cute little nickname that she had come up with one day, to match her parent’s fake aliases. While Lalatov and Aleria were known as Cocorn and Elelote out in public, they had decided to just altogether avoid mentioning their daughter’s name to people. 

Lalatov slowly walked backwards from Chelinka’s crib, making sure that his steps made as little noise as possible. When he was sure that he was far away enough he turned back around. “I’d say that's a successful mission!” He gave Aleria a thumbs-up and a wink. 

“Just like always.” 

Then tomorrow they would go out to sell some more things and Lalatov would do and say the same thing. Some people might have thought of it as mundane but to Aleria it was a dream come true.

Lalatov picked up a chair and placed it next to Aleria, he sat down next to her and leaned into her shoulder. It was one of the rare advantages of being so short that he had. “So what do we do now?” He asked. “I was thinking maybe we can throw a huge party.” 

“And invite everyone we know?” 

“Yeah!” Lalatov smiled, “We can invite Meeth and Al!”

“I think that’s everyone we know” Aleria wasn’t that far off.

Aside from Meeth and Al, who had both helped them when they had needed it most, they hadn’t made any other connections. 

Lalatov thought to himself for a while. “Then how about we invite my classmates back at the conjurer's guild?” He had told Aleria all about his days back then.

“You mean the ones who were ready to let you die when you accidentally angered the elementals?” 

“Yeah! Them!”

Aleria crossed her arms. “Sure you can invite them! So I can fly them up in the air and juggle them until they beg me to let them down.” She could have come up with something worse but she didn’t want to take the chance that Chelinka was listening.

“Aww…It’s so cute when you threaten people.” 

“So I’m always cute?”

“Mmmmmmaybe!” Lalatov stuck his tongue out and laughed. 

Aleria laughed along with him and both had to remind the other to quiet down for Chelinka’s sake. 

They were silent after that, just taking in the fact that they were together and safe. 

Aleria looked forward, at the crib where her daughter lay sleeping. There were no words that Aleria could come up with to explain to someone how much she loved her. How much she wanted to make sure that Chelinka would have the best life they could possibly offer her. 

She knew that Lalatov felt the same way, he had told her the same before. 

According to everyone that had ever seen Chelinka, she was the strangest baby they had ever met. She cried and whined just like almost every baby out there, but there was just something about her that wasn’t right. Whenever she stared at someone, it felt like she knew more about them than she let on. 

To new parents, with not much life experience anyway, Aleria and Lalatov however, none of what anyone told them really meant anything. 

They were both well aware that their children would be a little different than most, when taking into account both of her parents' special little attributes. 

Aleria was hoping that Chelinka would stay that way, for her own sake. A life of constantly being on the run was not the life she wanted for her daughter. 

Aleria let out a sigh and Lalatov instantly knew what she was thinking about. 

He sat up straight and took her hand in his, “No one will come for her. Or you. I promise.” 

“What if they’re still out there? Looking for me?” Aleria’s leg was shaking, “They’ve come before.” It had been a long time ago but there had been a few Garlean soldiers that had come through asking if they had seen someone matching Aleria’s description. 

Aleria turned to look at Lalatov, tears in her eyes. “What if they take her?” 

What if her daughter was a Starsinger, just like she was. Would she be ripped from her mother’s hands just like she had been? Separated from everything she knew and with almost no memories of the life she had been taken from? 

It was much too late for her but she wasn’t about to just let it happen to her daughter too. 

“That’s not going to happen.” Lalatov’s voice was firm, he was confident. “Ever.”

Aleria knew that Lalatov was serious when he said that. He had been there for her when the Garleans had shown up looking for her and he had a large part in the reason that none of them were ever going to be able to tell anyone else where she was hiding. 

“You’re right.” Aleria felt her worries quickly fade away, looking at her husband’s determined expression. “We’ll protect her. Won’t we?”

“Always.” 

Their conversation was cut short when a rush of cold air blew at them, almost knocking both of them to the ground.

“Chelinka?!” Aleria’s first instinct was to see if her daughter was safe, or even worse, had been the cause of the wind. It took Lalatov a few more seconds to collect himself but once he did, he followed right behind Aleria. 

Aleria stopped in front of the crib but did not look inside it. 

Lalatov did. He found it to be empty.

He didn’t even get the chance to freak out about it before he felt someone tap his shoulder.

“Uwbauwa??” Was his only response. 

 He turned to look at Aleria. She was standing there, her mouth open and looking up at the ceiling. Without saying a word she gestured to Lalatov to look at the ceiling above them. 

There above them, was their daughter, crawling on the ceiling without a care in the world.  

Chelinka let out a giggle and sat down. Still on the ceiling. A fly flew by her and she curiously swiped at it. Then a pair of long pincers came out of her mouth and snatched the fly from the air. Chelinka happily babbled to herself before starting her crawling once again.

Aleria and Lalatov followed under her in shock.

“...Did she get that from you?” Lalatov asked.

“Funny…” Aleria watched as Chelinka let out a small burp, which she could have sworn caused her to spit out a little fireball, “I was about to ask you the same thing.” 

In retrospect, any chance of Chelinka being normal had already been thrown out when her mother was part-voidsent and her father (possibly) part-dragon.