The Princess gave the man a warm smile, took the paper with care and quickly read the numbers.
"Thank you," she said, but by the time she looked back up he was gone. Amore blinked in surprise, glancing around her and then up at Kefka curiously. The Noghri, having watched the man melt from view, gave a shrug of his shoulders and beckoned her back through the doorway. The pair collected their unit of Royal Kuatian Guards and made their way back through the crowds to her ship that sat patiently waiting for them, engines already warm.
Amore found her seat again as the ship lifted from the ground, taking them up into the skies over the Eriadu spaceport. She sighed, watching the buildings below shrink from her vision, "Kefka, how do you suppose he does it? How do you do it?"
"Do what?" the Noghri replied, looking far more relaxed as he helped himself to a drink now that they were safely in the air.
"Remember all the things of your life. Four hundred years worth?"
"You have no trouble remembering things, Sagira."
"Details, names, colors, numbers, words... I mean the emotional parts. The intangible parts. How do you remember your own internal dialogue of feelings and thoughts of different events?"
"The strong ones you always remember," he said, adding true spices to his Honoghran drink, "the rest I keep in a journal."
"A journal? You have a journal?" This came as something of a surprise to the woman. She never guessed at the Noghri being the type to do such a thing.
"This was by the advice of your mother. Stasis ...it addles the mind. Affects the memory. I have found keeping a log to be most helpful."
Amore considered this advice carefully, recalling the idea of a diary or journal from her childhood days. It had never occured to her then that it was a good idea because her memory had never let her down. But now as her experiences grew to encompass not just her homeworld, but many others of the galaxy it seemed all the more pertinent. She smiled and nodded, watching Eriadu and what would soon become her first entry be whisked away by blackness and stars. It was time to start the book of her life.