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[attr=class,bulk] Yuna had thoroughly bundled up in preparation for her current mission, but the cold of Mt. Hotan still managed to cut through each layer of clothing and leave her shivering. It was times like these when she missed her aeons the most. Shiva was the only one who had answered her call so far on Zephon, and while the summoner greatly appreciated having even one of them around, the ice maiden wouldn’t be much help to her on a frigid mountain. Ifrit on the other hand would have been lovely in keeping her warm, and if she had managed to summon Valefor, then Yuna wouldn’t have had to go on foot at all.
Both of those were wishful thinking of course, but Yuna had lots of time to mull things over as she carefully made her way up the snowy mountain path.
The summoner mostly made a living these days by taking healing jobs, since there was unfortunately no shortage of injured or sick people in this world either. Occasionally though, she didn’t mind taking a different sort of mission as long she felt that it was the right thing to do, and this one was no exception. A woman had come tearfully knocking at her door last night, stating that her husband had gone to climb Mt. Hotan near the ski resort and hadn’t returned when he was supposed to. She was worried that he might have gotten injured, and Yuna privately agreed. She had heard that the mountain could be prone to unexpected snow storms or landslides, so even though the Sonoran law enforcement was also looking into his disappearance, Yuna agreed to help out. It would at least help her conscience to look. And if she did manage to find him, the summoner would help the poor man however he needed it. Whether that was healing or a sending.
Yuna had been hiking for several hours now to no avail. It was impossible to follow footprints since this was a popular trail for mountain climbers, but she did at least have a photograph of the dark-haired man in her bag that she could show anyone she came across. So far, there hadn’t been anyone who had recognized him, and once Yuna had become completely exhausted, she decided that it was best to take a break. If she kept going now, then even if she found the poor man, she would be too tired to do anything about it.
It was while she was looking for a place out of the wind and cold where she could build a fire that Yuna stumbled upon the cave. It was an outcropping of rock that jutted out from a ledge, and Yuna cautiously lingered in the entrance as she peered into the darkness. Her eyes were so adjusted to the blinding brightness of sun glinting off snow that she could barely see anything at all at first glance, and she wanted to make sure that there were no animals or other travelers before she settled in. “Hello?” She ventured without really expecting a response.
Post by Ysayle Dangoulain on Dec 28, 2021 15:39:30 GMT -6
Footprints in the Snow Tags: Yuna Notes: #394ad3 for color
The caress of a brisk, snow kissed wind was what Ysayle awoke to. At a glance, she was yet again lying in the snow just as she had when she was a child. It brought back memories. Painful memories. Despite how normal it felt, something still was wrong. The fragmented memories that drifted to the surface of her mind sang of war, bloodshed, and the touch of death. Was it her that had died? Or was it someone else? She couldn't quite tell. Though that wasn't the pressing matter right now. Right now, answers were required. Struggling to stand, Ysayle brushed the snow from her clothing. Her body held a dull ache, with a sharp sensation on her back over the heart. If assumptions were to be had, then perhaps the cannon fire she so vaguely recalled wasn't simply a nightmare.
Everywhere her icy blue gaze settled on was coated in the freezing grasp of snow. Had the air around her not felt so empty she'd have confused this for one of the mountains that dotted the landscape of Coerthas. The lack of aether enriching the world around her could do naught but confirm her suspicion that this wasn't Eorzea. Perhaps Hydaelyn still had a plan for her and that was why she was here. Time would be the only way to confirm that theory but for now, searching for shelter and possibly another person would be the best first steps to take. The snow crunched underfoot with each step she took. The biting sting of the wind felt no more frigid than that of her home. At least that fragment of information was useful should the need for survival tactics be necessary.
After walking for what felt like ages, a path forged from a multitude of footprints came into view. At first glance, it was likely a trail for others to follow. The only problem was not knowing where it led. Regardless, trails like this were created for a reason. She had enough experience in traversing such that even should she venture from the beaten path, safety was no issue...unless her magic didn't work. While her thoughts dwelled on the possibility of things going wrong, her eyes searched through the reflection of the sun off snow. A little ways away, a structure that could barely be considered a cave came into view. With how it was situated, most prying eyes would likely look past it and completely miss it.
Almost as if on instinct, Ysayle headed for the cave. It would provide a measure of solace long enough to possibly see if she was even capable of casting magic here. Should someone be hiding from the icy temperatures, perhaps they could grace her with some answers. Once within the rocky outcropping that served as a cave, Ysayle rested against the stone wall and allowed a sigh to escape her lips. The hideaway had been empty. It was likely for the best. Were her magic to fail her or be impossible to contain, there would only be casualties had someone been here. After a few moments of trying to draw on any aether around her and failing, a chilled voice echoed around her. A simple, questioning 'hello' as if gauging to see if anyone were present.
As she was about to dissuade the traveler from entering, a single echo of a memory flickered forward. 'I cannot let go of my dream - my dream of a tomorrow where no child need freeze alone in the snow.' These were her own words and were she to take into account the state of the weather, no one would be simply taking a walk right now. There was a reason for such a trek. "You should come in before the wind grows colder and more fierce." It was simply a suggestion that the traveler could take or ignore but either way, the skies foretold a storm within the next hours.
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[attr=class,bulk] There was a beat of silence, and Yuna immediately assumed that the cavern was empty. So when a woman’s voice spoke up from near the back, the summoner nearly jumped out of her skin. Gripping her staff tighter between her fingers, she willed herself to come down from that momentary scare and smiled in the direction that the invitation had come from. “Thank you very much.”
Venturing into the much dimmer lighting, Yuna lowered her hood and shook out her hair that was a bit damp from the snow. She could see an outline of the woman who had arrived before her now, and Yuna was a bit taken aback at how tall she was. She certainly towered over Yuna herself, and while she had the pointed ears of a Guado, the rest of her features didn’t line up with the ancient race from Spira. Her flowing white hair and blue robe made her look somewhat regal, and Yuna smiled up at her before bowing in greeting. She did at least leave out Yevon’s prayer though—that held too many conflicting and painful memories from home.
“I’m Yuna. Thank you so much for sharing this spot. I’ll try not to bother you.” As she straightened up, Yuna’s eyes had adjusted to the dark enough that she finally took in how little the woman was wearing given the cold. Her robe looked warm, but there were gaps on the thighs and abdomen that must have been painful.
“You must be freezing!” Yuna quickly shrugged off her coat—it was the outermost layer and hopefully she wouldn’t need it as much inside a shelter—before she held it up to the woman in offering. It might be a little small on her, but it was better than nothing. “I could build a fire as well. How long have you been on the mountain?” That would determine just how much Yuna needed to worry about her savior having frostbite.
Post by Ysayle Dangoulain on Jan 15, 2022 17:05:15 GMT -6
Footprints in the Snow Tags: Yuna Notes: #394ad3 for color; it's short so am sorry but can add more if you need.
Those gentle words of thanks were not lost on Ysayle. Though such phrases were hardly ever uttered towards her, their meaning was still touching. Perhaps Hydaelyn had given her a second chance. It was too soon to tell. As the smaller woman entered the dim light of the cavern, the first thing she noticed was the difference in height and the staff clutched tightly. Until the hood was lowered, then there was something else. Based on appearances, this traveler was a Hyur and if the staff was to give anything away, she was skilled in magic but a type that could not be placed. Thaumaturges and their more skilled brethren, Black Mages, were far from kind. If anything, the gentle aura was akin to a Conjurer or perhaps even a White Mage if the elementals were willing to bestow their knowledge to a Hyur of all people. Then again, this place felt far different than Eorzea and Coerthas so it was hard to tell anything definitive.
Yuna's bow was met with a simple bow of the head in both acknowledgment and greeting from Ysayle. Though judging the reaction, it seemed there wasn't a prejudice here against her kind as there had been in Ishgard and the surrounding area of Coerthas. Small signs that things were potentially better than assumed at first, but time could only tell. "You needn't worry about being a bother or about sharing a place out of the wind. It's naught but a necessity. As for my name, you may call me Ysayle." Helping others stay out of the cold had been something Ysayle had always done since she was a child. It was the least she could do after seeing so many freeze to death simply because aid had been refused.
The remark that she must be freezing and the offer of a jacket was quite thoughtful, even if unnecessary. Though the fire would likely be best for Yuna since her bundled self was clearly not accustomed to such temperatures. "Your need is far greater than my own. This chill is like that of my home." She paused for a moment if only to consider her next few words. "Thank you for the offer, but you appear to require the warmth more than I. Though what would make one such as yourself venture up a frozen mountain like this?" Only one question of Yuna's remained so far: How long had she been here? That answer was a tad more difficult to answer as it required knowing when she arrived and how much time had passed. "This mountain, might you be able to tell me where it is? Last I recall were the floating islands of Azys Lla..."
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[attr=class,bulk] The woman introduced herself as Ysayle, and she reminded Yuna of a priest from how eloquent and flowing her words were. Zephon had always been different from Spira though, particularly with people coming in from other places, so it was hard to say what her background was truly in. Maybe adventuring since she seemed to carry herself like a warrior. Regardless, Yuna nodded in thanks when Ysayle expressed that she wasn’t bothering her just by seeking refuge from the cold.
The white-haired woman waved off her offer of a coat, and from her response, Yuna could tell that she wasn’t just being polite. She seemed to genuinely not feel the cold as much since she was used to it. It reminded her a little of Kimahri on Mt. Gagazet. Even with all his fur, Yuna would have assumed that he must have been freezing, but he had always assured her that he wasn’t. The mountain was his home even after he’d left it. It must have been the same for Ysayle.
“I suppose you’re right,” Yuna admitted a bit sheepishly as she pulled her outer layer back on. “I grew up on a tropical island nation, so I’m afraid I’m not too used to the cold. It was warm all year round there.” Just talking about Besaid made her miss the open-air tents and the soft splash of the waves in the distance, so she smiled a little sadly to cover up her homesickness. “Are you from a mountainous region then? I’ve always found the people from there to be very strong.” Maybe she was a little biased after the Ronso had given their lives to protect her from Maester Seymour, but she still believed it whole-heartedly. She also did her best to live in a way that would make sure their sacrifice hadn’t been in vain.
Ysayle asked what she was doing this far up the mountain when a storm was getting ready to hit, and Yuna quickly straightened and took on a more serious expression. This was work related after all, and it involved a man’s life. “I’m looking for someone. He’s been missing for over a day and he hasn’t returned when he was supposed to. I specialize in healing magic, so his wife asked me to come take a look in case he’d gotten hurt.” Putting a gloved hand inside her bag, Yuna removed a photograph that was getting a little wrinkled from how often she’d taken it out. She wasn’t used to such crystal-clear images, but the machina that produced them was useful in cases like these. “You haven’t seen him, have you? I’m getting worried with the weather getting worse…”
Ysayle herself had a question of where Mt. Hotan even was, and Yuna gave her a curious look, wondering how she’d gotten here if not from Sonora. It wasn’t until she mentioned places that Yuna herself had never even heard of that everything clicked into place. Ysayle was an off-worlder like her. And judging from her question, she didn’t know where she’d turned up yet. Frowning, Yuna lowered her staff to her side as she wondered how best to handle this. There really wasn’t a gentle way to break it to someone that they were stuck in a new world with no way home.
“This is Mt. Hotan. It’s to the far north and is just east of the city of Sonora,” Yuna finally said, because her silence couldn’t have been very reassuring to Ysayle. “Does any of that…mean anything to you though? If not, then perhaps we should sit down…”
Post by Ysayle Dangoulain on Mar 13, 2022 13:10:49 GMT -6
Footprints in the Snow Tags: Yuna Notes: #394ad3 for color; apologies for the wait
At the mention of a tropical island nation, Ysayle's thoughts drifted to the whispers of Thavnair that reached Coerthas. It was possible, but unlikely, as no one from that corner of the world would venture to a place so frigid. She understood the sad smile that Yuna wore all too well. It spoke of homesickness and missing those who were not alongside her. The sentiment alone was easily shared by both of them and yet they each had their own stories behind it. "My home was filled with mountain ranges and vast valleys between them. The paths that connected them worn from traveling the dangerous terrain. No matter the time of year, all was cloaked in snow and ice." There could easily have been more to the description of her homeland but now was neither the time nor place for such stories to be told.
The moment Yuna shared what brought her to such a place to begin with, Ysayle couldn't help but think back to those lost in the blizzards without shelter or any hope of survival. It was not a kind way to pass on and left those behind with a sense of guilt from being unable to assist. The fact that this missing man had already been lost for over a day boded ill and time was of the essence if Yuna wished to find him alive. Her pale blue eyes scanned the image that was presented, memorizing the features of the man and comparing it against the sparse number of people she'd seen. None matched this image. "I have not seen the man you're looking for but allow me to aid in your search." At one point, Ysayle would not have bothered to assist in a rescue mission that appeared already doomed. Likely, the man had angered the elementals and they were showing their discontent. However, after her encounters with the Warrior of Light, Ysayle had joined their venture so that bystanders could know peace. Right now, this man was a bystander needing aid.
The silence after Ysayle inquired as to their location was far from reassuring, though it did say that Yuna was choosing how best to explain the situation. The names Mount Hotan and Sonora were unfamiliar. Just the sound of their names felt foreign to her. "Neither of those names are familiar to me but I believe the explanation can hold until we find your missing person. Remaining here idle will only delay us further and risk his life." Just the kindness and understanding Yuna showed her for not knowing where this was, told her that this wasn't all that uncommon an occurrence. It was that tone of voice. That look in her eye. It was all too familiar. It was the same look Ysayle herself had given those who had lost their homes from the cruelty of others. Though this, was on a far stranger scale. Answers would have been nice but finding this man alive would do better in terms of getting those answers.
"Do you know any further information about the man you seek?" It was an easy escape to divert the conversation back to the person they were looking for as well as hopefully get them actually searching again. The longer they waited, the less of a chance they found the man on good terms. "And do these mountains harbor any beasts that would be dangerous for a civilian to encounter?" Survival and tracking in the ice were a specialty that Ysayle had only ever used to evade soldiers and mercenaries hunting her for the greater part of several years. Now, it seemed those skills were going to be useful for something other than confronting the Warrior of Light.
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[attr=class,bulk] It turned out that Ysayle was from a mountainous region much like this one, though hers sounded a bit more well-traveled and lived in. There weren’t too many settlements on Mt. Hotan itself, since most people visiting the ski resorts came over from Sonora, but Yuna imagined there were still a few scattered around. Maybe one of them would have picked up the missing man. Maybe.
Perhaps her optimism had always been one of her flaws, but she’d hold out hope until proven otherwise.
To Yuna’s surprise, the white-haired woman offered to help her search. She even waved off the need for explanations of where they were until his safety was assured. It was a selfless action, and Yuna gave her a grateful smile in return. “You’re very kind, Ysayle.” It was an observation more than a proper expression of gratitude, so she made herself follow up. “Thank you, I could use the help. Especially if you’re used to the climate.” Yuna herself wasn’t new to mountain climbing after Gagazet, but it was still only the second peak she’d ever seen. Not to mention that she was already exhausted. Bringing in someone fresh to reinvigorate the search was probably a good idea.
Ysayle asked two very pointed questions that got straight to the heart of the matter. She seemed to be a direct woman, but Yuna didn’t mind—especially when someone’s life was on the line. “Yes. He should be somewhere along this path.” Yuna straightened as she spoke, grateful that the feeling was coming back into her gloved fingers now that they were out of the wind. “He was staying at a ski resort down the mountain, and his friends say he was only supposed to take a quick hike. He left along this trail, but he hasn’t returned. Since I haven’t seen him yet, he’s likely to be higher up…”
It was a climb that Yuna wasn’t relishing, since the path was only getting more and more treacherous from here. Especially for the reasons Ysayle mentioned, and Yuna nodded solemnly at the question. “...Yes. Further down the mountain is much more domesticated, but in this area there are plenty of animals. Some of them are harmless, but there’s been Bashura and Behemoth sightings before.” Yuna didn’t relish fighting either one of those, but she had before, and she would again. Especially now that she had help.
“Anything else? I think I can move out again. I just needed a minute,” Yuna said a bit sheepishly as she pulled up her hood again. It was only then as she turned to move out of the cave that the woman’s earlier phrasing caught up with her. “...You said civilian. Does that mean you’re with the Crusaders?” It was only after the word was out of her mouth that Yuna flushed slightly, realizing that the Crusaders existed nowhere outside of Spira. “I’m sorry, I meant the military.”
Post by Ysayle Dangoulain on Mar 16, 2022 15:47:28 GMT -6
Footprints in the Snow Tags: Yuna Notes: #394ad3 for color;
Kind. It was a word that perhaps once had described the elezen but no longer. Even when her heart was in the right place, her convictions and actions would mark her as anything but kind in the eyes of others. Usually. Though it seemed Yuna was much like the Warrior of Light Ysayle had encountered back home. They too held firmly in their believe and continued onward through many a challenge. A heart truly pure, believing in the good that mankind could bring and bringing hope to others even when faced with utter despair. It was that very same type of unshakable faith that once challenge Ysayle and even then, they still had hope for her despite the amount of suffering and bloodshed on her own hands.
Just the comparison of Yuna to the Warrior of Light was enough to steel Ysayle's resolve in offering her assistance. As Yuna spoke, Ysayle listened intently, thinking back to the footprints on the path she had taken to make it this far after she had awoken. The footprints on the path she had taken spoke of recent use by a small number of people. Perhaps the man they sought had been one of those whom dared trek through the dangers. Or perhaps, he had simply gotten lost and followed the closest set of footprints. Both were plausible possibilities. While Ysayle quietly compared the information she was being provided to the information she had on hand from her short walk, the mention of a ski resort paused her musings. Ski resorts were an entirely new beast of their own along with the creatures called Bashura. Neither of these were things familiar, making them objects of interest for the moment. Behemoths, however, were commonplace in the plains of Coerthas. Regardless, they were still extremely dangerous creatures that were best not faced alone.
The longer Yuna spoke, the more obvious it became that climbing higher was not something that sounded pleasant. While it was certainly nothing too different from home, every mountain held it's own dangers and needed to be treated with equal measures of courage and knowledge to brave through the potential dangers. "When you feel prepared to leave, let us be on our way." Though she remained mostly silent, Ysayle's attention never truly wavered from Yuna or the weather beyond their safe haven. The pause after the jacket hood was pulled only served to make the question asked feel far more important than it was.
Yuna's quick action to correct her question regarding the Crusaders and the military wasn't unnoticed. In a sense, Ysayle could technically say she was a crusader simply by the logic that she had once led a crusade of her very own. A crusade that resulted in crossing blades with the Warrior of Light over an identical goal with differing paths to get there. For Yuna though, the term crusader clearly meant something entirely different. However, since the question was changed to ask about being with the military, the answer was rather simple and yet was met with a soft chuckle. "No. The Knights sought either my arrest or my death. Whichever was easiest."
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[attr=class,bulk] Ysayle was quiet as Yuna outlined the situation, but from her attentive expression, the summoner assumed that she was just absorbing the information. She seemed like the kind of woman who made every sentence count and every word carry weight. Yuna was reminded a bit of Sir Auron, and the thought made her smile as she tilted her head forward so that the hood and her hair would hide her expression. She didn’t want to confuse Ysayle, but she missed the battle-hardened guardian and his reassuring presence.
“Thank you. I should be ready now.” Or as ready as she’d ever be to face the cold again. Steeling herself, Yuna ducked back into the harsh wind and falling snow. It was coming down a little thicker now as the storm was starting to settle in, so Yuna continued to use her staff as a bit of a walking stick on the difficult portions of the path as they continued upward.
As they set off, Ysayle made a comment about how the knights of her realm had sought her death or her arrest, and Yuna gave her a curious look as she tried to puzzle out what that could mean. The taller woman might have been a criminal of some kind, but then again, Yuna herself had been on the run from the church of Yevon. The authorities of each world might have made the laws, but that didn’t mean they were always right. Deciding to withhold judgment, Yuna instead laughed lightly and gave her a small smile from under her hood. “I know that feeling myself. But I don’t want to pry if it was a personal matter.”
Yuna herself didn’t mind much, since nearly everyone on Spira knew what had happened between her and Yevon, but she wanted to respect Ysayle’s privacy if the woman would rather not go into details.
As they climbed, the pair came to a fork in the path, and Yuna frowned a bit at the choice, not wanting to waste time on the wrong one. This area seemed much less traveled than the trails further down the mountain, and the amount of footprints going in either direction were scarce, particularly with the falling snow. “What do you think?” Yuna asked cautiously, bending down a little to inspect a set that looked like it could be a pair of men’s boots. “I don’t suppose you came from one of these directions?”
Post by Ysayle Dangoulain on May 31, 2022 20:24:22 GMT -6
Footprints in the Snow Tags: Yuna Notes: #394ad3 for color; sorry it's short and late, brain has been dead cuz of work
The path upwards was certainly difficult in it's own right and yet mad Ysayle feel like she was home once more, leading the temple knights of Ishgard into the weaving paths of their mountain hideout. Such memories were so close, yet so distant in her mind. In a sense, it was a lifetime ago. Yuna's light laugh at her statement and shared sentiment made her pause briefly. She really did remind the elezen of the Warrior of Light. "Though personal it may have been, it was the same for those who walked alongside me. Have you ever seen how much blood is spilled in an unjust war?" Though dark the question was, it gave a small insight into just what horrors awaited that line of answers.
When the pair came upon the path, her gaze fell to the prints in the snow. There were many pairs of older prints, buried and walked over time and again. Those weren't concerning. What was concerning were the mildly fresh prints heading along the left fork, heading further up the mountain instead of the right path which appeared to circle around if she had to estimate. A thoughtful expression touched her features as Yuna asked her thoughts on the matter. "I did not come from this direction and the prints are no match to any boots I am familiar with. If I had to assume, your missing man followed that path. Based on the way the footsteps fall, he favors his left leg." A limp could mean anything from injury to age, or even that the sharpness of the cold was finally getting to the man. Time was truly of the essence. "Since you are familiar with whom you're searching for, I suggest you take the lead in the event you see him." Suggesting Yuna took the lead was a matter of logic. It made more sense for the person who had the information on the individual be the one to possibly spot the man. An outsider would only miss whoever they were searching for.
The higher they climbed while following this path, the thinner the tree line grew until none remained. Each print in the snow seeming deeper than the last, leaving a clear path to follow. Though the man's path wasn't the only trail that wove it's way through the frostbitten landscape. The occasional print of small beasts dotted the snow along the trail they followed. To most, it would appear as simple wildlife. "Be on your guard and tread carefully." Where small creatures roamed like this, it was likely there would be larger ones as well.
