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Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Yuna was surprised by the scarcity of her magic. Of course she was -- hadn’t that always been the case? That more than anything made Celes feel out of place. What kind of bizarre reality could see her as normal? All of them, apparently, except for her own. If she’d been born in any of them then none of her struggle would have been necessary. A waste. What had her entire life really meant?
The smile faded from Yuna’s eyes. Celes’ question usually did that. It’s strange, isn’t it? It wasn’t something that really need to be asked. They already knew the answer.
It was what she said next that gave her pause. Yuna actually liked it here. Celes hadn’t heard that from anyone but herself and Caius, and that told her a lot. People could built cities here. They didn’t have to live in fear. It’s what Yuna wanted to make her home, and that struck hard. For a moment, Celes could almost see the desolate wastes that she’d once considered normal. The cracked earth, the whistle of wind, the smell of decay. Then they flickered out of sight like a sputtering flame.
Don’t think about it. Not now.
”I don’t want to go back, honestly.” Maybe Celes should have felt uneasy saying such a thing to a near-stranger, but she didn’t. Instead she just felt her nails digging into her palms. ”There’s not much left to go back to.”
Did she want to continue on the topic? Maybe. Maybe not, but there was relief in leaving it behind. If they started into the past then Celes wouldn't have done much anything else. It really was better this way.
”If it’s a few days we might as well start. Not that I’d expect much.” Or expect anything at all. Nothing was learned without time. ”Maybe we’ll start with a knife -- self-defense, you know. No one would expect it, and if someone tried to grab you…” Celes gave her a serious look. ”They won’t do it twice.”
That was as good a place to start as any. In fact, it was better. Celes knew the way of the world, and she knew that it wasn’t forgiving. Anyone could tell at a glance that Yuna was defenseless. It was better they be wrong than right.
”Oh.” Celes paused as she peered into the crowded streets of one of Torensten’s marketplaces. Had she come here on purpose? She didn’t think so, but maybe…
She glanced over at her. ”I could buy you something here to start with.” She paused. ”And they have all kinds of charmed armor. Little trinkets and such. I have earrings that help my magic.” Celes felt a strange heat rise to her cheeks as she pushed back her hair to show them off. They were sparkling, dangling things that she never thought had quite matched her. Still, they did their jobs.
Yuna frowned slightly, turning to consider Celes when she agreed with her sentiment. Her words were brief, but they spoke volumes anyway. “I’m sorry to hear that,” Yuna murmured, touching a hand to her chest and glancing to the side. “People are resilient. I hope that your world can be healed one day.” She hoped the same for Spira once Sin was finally vanquished, though Yuna honestly didn’t want to stop and consider whether or not she felt the same as Celes. Did she want to return to Spira? She didn’t have the luxury of saying no. She was still a summoner, however far she fell from its practices here. Her duty was to die trying to rid the world of Sin. Nothing would change that.
Yuna was grateful when the topic changed to their lessons, and she hesitated a bit when Celes mentioned that she should start with a knife. She supposed that it made sense--she’d only ever used a staff before so she’d need to work her way up to a sword. Using a knife felt somehow less reputable though. She wasn’t sure if she liked the idea, but if it was purely for self-defense, then she could tolerate it. Celes knew best after all.
“I suppose I can look for my first knife.” she smiled at Celes as they approached the marketplace and she said that maybe they could find her something there. “Thank you so much, but I won’t make you buy it for me. I can pay.” Yuna kept busy with jobs, so she really wasn’t hurting for money, though she tried not to take it from people who were desperate.
“They look so beautiful on you,” Yuna complimented Celes on her earrings, reaching up to touch her own decidedly long one. “And I’m sure their increased magic could help you with our lessons too.” Yuna hadn’t forgotten her promise to teach Celes in return, even if the blonde woman seemed focused on weapons training for now. “Sure, I’ll take a look around.”
Yuna’s heart tugged her towards the jewelry that Celes had mentioned, since she was a fan of even the non-charmed variety, but she knew that she should be practical first. Once she got the distasteful shopping out of the way, she could lean towards the rest, so she set off with that in mind. Yuna had come to learn Torensten and its marketplace well enough that she was able to navigate towards the weapons section fairly quickly, though she had never actually had cause to peruse its stalls before.
Yuna glanced a tad helplessly from silver dagger to sword, not particularly feeling one that was calling to her. If she was going to do this, then she wanted something that felt like it belonged in her grasp, like how Brotherhood had always looked so perfect for Tidus.
“Where do you think I should start?” Yuna asked Celes for help a bit desperately. She was the weapons expert after all.
I'm getting some vibes from this and I don't know how to feel about it.
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
A shoulder pushed into her side and Celes shifted back only to close in on a boy who shot her an affronted look. The marketplace was crowded. Too crowded. Celes had adjusted to the cities and the bustle and the people that most certainly was not glancing over their shoulders fearing the whims of a mad god. But she couldn’t get used to the crowds. Something about them made her skin crawl, and as she pushed past them after Yuna, she couldn’t help but touch at her sword.
Would all these people attract the wrong attention? No. No, of course not. That was impossible.
Yuna stopped at a weapon’s stall and Celes stopped beside her, nail scratching into her palm. The blades were familiar at least. Short, long, curved. Her eyes lingered on the daggers and so did Yuna’s. Yuna looked uncertainly at them all before casting Celes a desperate glance.
Where did she think she should start? Celes had no idea, but that wouldn’t do anything for either of them so she crossed her arms, tilted her head thoughtfully, and scanned over their options.
Yuna would want something light and unimposing. Hadn’t she liked Celes’ earrings? Celes hummed before her attention caught on a glint of silver. There, crowded in the back of it all, was a gilded dagger inset with scattered blue gems. With all the styles and the carvings, it was almost more jewelry than weapon. Wouldn’t Yuna look nice with it? Celes certainly thought so.
She pointed towards it and asked the merchant to look it over. Its weight fell into her hand, and she was glad to say that it wasn’t all decoration. She spun it between her fingers and laughed at the sensation. It was charmed. Of course it was with a look like that. Her magic sung with it.
She held out the hilt for Yuna to take. ”What do you think?” Celes smiled. Now that she saw it in front of her, she knew it was perfect. Celes didn’t know much about women, but she knew weapons, and this one highlighted the glint of Yuna eyes. Yuna had a certain delicate beauty when she held a blade. Strong with soft edges.
”I think it's good for you,” Celes said. ”It’s pretty.” What was she talking about? She paused before shaking her head. ”Not that I know anything about that.” There she was, talking before she could think again. Could she really only appreciate something if it could draw blood?
She looked back to the merchant. ”How much is it?” she asked and then balked at the answer. The gems were real, the magic was real, and the blade was sharp but still, she hadn’t expected a simple dagger to cost so much. Still, she couldn’t deny the fit. Wasn’t this official Dragonblade business? She gave Yuna an apologetic look. ”Don’t worry about the gil if you like it,” she said. ”I’ll help cover it. Or Caius will anyway.” She smirked at her teasingly. ”I think he owes us. For, oh, what did he say to you again? Helping him come to terms with his past?”
Celes seemed a little hesitant when Yuna asked her for her opinion, but after a moment, she tilted her head and started to look over the weapons with a practiced eye. As she walked towards the back of the stall, Yuna followed her closely. For some reason, she felt nervous about being in the shop alone, and she smiled a little uncomfortably at the shopkeeper as Celes picked up one to examine it.
“What do you think?” Yuna had been so preoccupied with her own unease that it took her a moment to realize that Celes was holding a dagger out to her. Yuna grasped the hilt on instinct and took it from her. The blade was heavier than she had expected, so her hand dipped slightly before she brought it up to examine it. For an instrument designed to hurt people, the dagger was somehow pretty. Yuna looked it over in surprise, eyes drifting between the sharp point at the end, the carvings on the blade, and the sapphire stones that dotted the hilt. She could tell that the dagger had some kind of magical enhancement—it gave off a warm feeling, and just holding it made her feel like she could cast more spells than normal. The way that the blue gems sparkled in the light was reminiscent of moving water, and it reminded her of the blue sword that Wakka had let her newest guardian use. They were the same shade of blue as Tidus’ eyes. The thought made her heart flutter.
“Yes,” she said, looking up at Celes with a smile, though she flushed slightly when the blonde woman said it was pretty. “This is the one.” Still, Yuna’s face fell a bit when Celes asked for the price and she heard the answer. Yuna had no problems with money—she did enough jobs that she usually always had enough for food and a place to stay—but there was no way that she could afford something like this.
“Are you sure?” She asked Celes, her eyes widening slightly when the woman told her not worry about the money. “I-…I shouldn’t-…” She paused slightly as she tried to get her thoughts in order. It would be selfish to get this one when there were so many cheaper ones for sale. She knew that. The priests would shake their heads at her if they knew that she was putting her own wants above what was practical. But then, they would likely be appalled anyway to know that a summoner was putting aside a staff for a blade in order to defend against other people when she had to. She would be the scandal of Spira. The thought made a laugh bubble up in her throat before she raised a hand to her mouth, slightly mortified at herself. What was wrong with her lately?
Celes lightened the mood by joking that the purchase would be on Caius, and Yuna giggled a bit at that, glancing at the woman warmly. “Something like that. He thinks very highly of you.”
And she could see why.
Relenting, Yuna clasped her hands in front of her and gave Celes a deep bow. “Thank you,” she murmured with her face towards the ground and her hair in her face. Rising back up, she gave Celes a genuine smile. “You’ve been so helpful. I think this was exactly what I needed.” She hesitated, but as an afterthought, she looked at the tough woman resolutely. “Please. Let me know if there’s ever anything I can do for you.”
This was way short, but I didn't see much else to add without padding it
Use your own eyes, and see for yourself which side I'm on.
Yuna looked like a different person.
Since they’d met, Yuna had seemed nervous and meek. Out of her element, Celes supposed, and that was something she could understand. Hadn't she felt the same? But there was something different between them now. Warmer though she couldn't have said why. Maybe they'd finally come to an understanding. Maybe Yuna simply felt like smiling.
”Anything you can do?” Celes asked. What was it Yuna could do? Teach her magic to start with though they’d already agreed to that. Really, Celes couldn’t think of anything. Not here and not now.
”I’ll let you know,” Celes said before she reached into her pouch and frowned at the gil there. She had enough. Barely. She’d have to restock herself later. She’d write it off as a business expense. Caius would never know the difference.
She paid and looked back to Yuna. ”Well, it’s done,” she said. ”That’s something you can do for me. Don’t waste the gil. I’ll teach you how to use it whenever you come back. Which means you have to come back in the first place.” Whatever it was, Celes was still certain that Yuna was hiding something. She wouldn’t ask what Yuna wouldn’t answer, but she had a feeling it was dangerous.
”Are you sure you don’t need someone to go with you?” Celes asked. ”Someone else can handle things here for a while. The road to Provo isn’t easy.” Not to mention whatever came next. She’d never trusted instincts, really, but that didn’t mean she had to have evidence for everything, and for some reason she felt like she shouldn't leave Yuna alone.
Celes said that she would let Yuna know if there was anything that she could do for her, and then the blonde woman dug through her pouch to come up with the gil. Yuna caught the faint frown that crossed the general’s face, and guilt stabbed at her as she glanced down at the dagger. It was too expensive. She knew that. She’d have to do her best to make it up to Celes for this. And maybe Caius as well, if this was coming out of the Dragonblade’s funds.
“Thank you,” she murmured again, as they completed the transaction and stepped away from the market stall. Yuna placed the dagger in the small leather sheathe that it had come with before considering where to store it. After only a moment of hesitation, she stowed it away in her sash so that only the hilt was exposed. And even then, her billowing sleeves mostly covered the area as long as her arms were lowered. “How do I look?” She asked with a smile to show that she was mostly joking.
Her smile faded as Celes dropped a very pointed request that showed that she hadn’t bought a single word of Yuna’s nonchalance earlier. “That’s something you can do for me. Don’t waste the gil.”
“…I won’t waste it.” Yuna gave Celes an earnest look as she clasped her hands in front of her. The last thing that she had intended was for Celes to worry, after all. “Why don’t we set a date to teach each other? Three weeks from today I’ll be back in Torensten, whether or not I’m finished in Provo.” That seemed reasonable, and it was honestly a relief for her to set a limit anyway. Either she wouldn’t be able to find Ardyn again, and Aera would be disappointed, or she’d die trying to send him. But either way, everything would be over in three weeks.
Yuna was honestly thrown when Celes offered to come to Provo with her. She knew that she was a terrible liar, but did she really seem so scared? It must have been in her facial expression somewhere. Hesitating, Yuna seriously considered the blonde woman’s offer. It would have been good to have a physical fighter along since Yuna relied soley on magic and her aeons, and Aera was much the same. Not to mention that Aera was unable to walk well, so if things went badly with Ardyn, they wouldn’t be able to run very quckly. It would have been wise to take a third fighter.
But Yuna wasn’t ignoring Caius’ orders to avoid Ardyn because it was wise. She was doing it because of the tears that had filled Aera’s eyes when she had spoken about the good man that her fiancé had been. She was doing it because she knew that she’d see cloying monsters and yellow eyes every night until she confronted him again. But mostly, she was doing it because she was the only summoner in the vicinity who could send him, and it was her duty to try. Yuna didn’t fear death. Truthfully, she had never really expected to reach her 18th birthday once she had become a summoner, so she wasn’t afraid to try something insurmountable. She just refused to drag anyone else down with her and Aera.
“I wouldn’t want to impose. I’m used to traveling on dangerous roads from my old world,” Yuna reassured Celes with a smile. “Anyway, I won’t be alone. I met a woman at the Crystallus Divider that I’ll be going to Provo with.” She wasn’t sure yet how potent Aera would be in a fight, but if Ardyn had called her an oracle, then Aera must have had powers similar to hers. Yuna hoped that would be enough between them.
“Until three weeks then?” Yuna smiled at Celes, hoping that she’d assuaged her fears.
