"Are we the last ones from our group at the time we met?"
Shadow took another hit of his cigarette, staring towards her still, with his face more relaxed now as they were in conversation still and enjoying themselves. It was always good to delve back to memory lane, especially since Dreamer had forgotten most of it. But sometimes too much good was bad for you. Reflection can often wear one down to the floor, and too much back-tracking was the death of many. However, this wasn't a case of such negative pathways - as if things were always looking better for them if they simply looked forward.
"We're the last ones around this neck of the woods. To much of my knowledge, many of them are all gone. But things are never certain."
It sounded nostalgic, like they were reflecting back like they were survivors to a race of people. Though it wasn't quite as dire, it was just as sincere, being as they were the last survivors of their groups, their clans, and those they affiliated themselves with. Many had been gutted down, in one form or another, or many went with god, in one direction or the other. Shadow never did dwell on those that might of been left behind, buried and simply forgotten. He kept those closest to him tucked away, but thoughts rarely ever crossed his mind. He had span many of time to one place to the next, and looking back was always quite the handful.
. . .
Ramza looked over his shoulder, tossing up his left arm in a light wave as he smirked and continued forward to those several yards before them. It was night, and the darkness shielded them since, but the large flames began to warm and brighten their faces as they descended upon those having such a rambunctious party. Shadow, face preserved like much of today, showed of no interest, but his mind and eyes were alert, showing he gave acknowledgement to those he looked upon. Ramza venturing from person to person, and Shadow following. The people didn't seem to be bothered and carried, for the most part, about their ways. Ramza eventually found himself a table, rather large and of oak, to which many were seated drinking and eating, and in fruitful conversation.
The night was young, but they were far away from their Kingdom. Of course they never felt the worry of danger, nor had they any fear upon those they stumbled upon. Seeming of lesser folk, commoners, just having a wild night in the wilderness to which the many of them claimed for the setting. There was a couple dozen here, and a few dozen more spread out to some of the fires near. Ramza seated himself and gave a loud call out.
"The party has arrived!"
To which Shadow simply looked over his side to see if others would turn their attention to Ramza's loud voice. Shadow and Ramza were young in this setting, adolescents, and still growing. They were, what one might compare to, older teens in this time-frame. They were dressed like nobility, but nothing decadent and over-presenting. The common folk, perhaps, were not dressed of poor cloth, but enough to warrant they were of lower-class.
While Mako might not of been viewed as corrupt, and a pristine planet lacking war, there was pockets and corners to which the strengths of the Kingdom chose not to garnish, or those simply wished not to be of such. The people turned and gave little interest to Ramza, but simply returned about their ways. Some were near stupor, or appeared to be of so, no doubt intoxicated by something or another. Mischief was no doubt presence, but there was no impending danger visible.
"Hey there, handsome."
A female came from along Shadow's side and touched him, smiling sweetly. An attractive, fit, desirable woman, but she was a bit older than the two brothers appearing to be out of their network. She eventually let go, before Shadow gave a word back, and made her way over to Ramza to which she placed her arms upon his shoulders.
"And you might be?"
She spoke to Ramza now, as if eyeing both the brothers, but possibly having more interest for Ramza. Shadow was not concerned, and rather found it currently a relief to not be caught up in it all. He'd rather not Ramza, but the brother was going to do as he pleased.
"I am Ramza, your highness."
Ramza teased, turning more to her and taking his right arm to pull her around and into his lap, scooting out from the table some. The woman dropped to his lap, leaning back and kicking up her legs, smiling and waving, as a bit too merry of a woman she was.
"I'll have what you're having, why don't you fetch us some?"
As if completely oblivious and not caring, the party seemed to welcome them by simply ignoring them. Outside this girl who took interest.
Shadow spoke out in Ramza's direction, calling to him.
"You know this isn't going to end well."
Despite pushing and disagreeing with his brother, Shadow wasn't clearly going to currently stop him. Ramza always did as he pleased, and despite Shadow being the older brother, Ramza was just about his age, by merely a few days off.