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Cuore was enjoying the time she got to spend with her mother once more. She had started to worry she wouldn't be able to find her in this world they found themselves in. It was truly wonderful that she had… even if her mother was having memory issues at present. It was ironic, she still treated her the same.. She was just confused about things. She had been worried, but Cuore had no such concerns. Did she wish her mother could fully remember her? Of course, but it wasn’t as if she abandoned her due to her memory issues, they would simply need to forge new memories together now to fill in the gaps she had within hers, that was all. Such memories like what they were doing now on this trip. After making sure her mother’s friend was going to be ok. Her friend was confused at the time to naturally, which had made the young maenad giggle, it was a funny situation wasn’t it? She did look just like a child version of her mother after all.
Once her friend was recovered, they began planning for the trip they had thought about before, they would be heading towards a place called Provo, to meet another summoner that resided there. Cuore herself was interested to learn about this person. Did their summoning differ from their own? Was she from this world, or from her own as well? Mother had mentioned her ability to summon a woman made of ice, Cuore wanted to know what she was like as well…. It was all so interesting to her!
This trip had started by leaving the village itself, at least for now and going back through the forest. Aside from engaging the occasional monsters they luckily hadn’t had to deal with anything too dangerous yet. From there the pair had made their way to Torensten. Torensten had caused a sparkle in Cuore’s eyes. It wasn’t as big as the moon, but it was far more so than the Mist village she was used which only grabbed her interest more. A port city is what it was, apparently. Interesting to her was how much attention it seemed the place got. It was large of course but she more meant by… people in the situation they were in. Whether that be the bad guys! Or the good guys a lot seemed to funnel here from what she heard in their travels. It was impressive that they kept getting up after constantly being put down, most places didn’t come back from one razing, let alone several! The ingenuity the place showed marveled Cuore.
”How do they keep getting back up mama? Are they that durable? Why don’t they just leave, is it home like Mist is for us? Like the Feymarch?”
Had been questions she asked while they traveled, watching the sites. She asked with that samed bright eyed curiosity so typical of her, A reminder that despite how advanced the child was in several ways due to her origin, she was still just that:a child. Perhaps even more due to her origin there were just things that confused her greatly. People were complex! It was hard for her to understand why they kept coming back to a place that kept getting attacked, even devastated at times. Hopefully mother could clear it up for her.
In any case their travels continued! After considerably more traveling they would find themselves coming to their destination, passing by several farms at caught Cuore’s curious eye, the girl playfully pointing out the different animals on the farms as they went by. A few times she would try to go up to them, even try to ride them… Rydia probably had to stop the ladder if the farmers wearn’t ok with it! In the end however they would make it to where they needed to be.. Provo itself!
It was so huge! There was so much here! It both stoked her curiosity and her worry. How were they going to find the summoner person in all this?! Cuore turned to her mother, tugging on her dress a bit with a frown.
”Mama, where do we look for the ice lady summoner? Do you know what they look like? Do we wait for them to summon?”
The eagerness in Cuore’s voice was clear, she was clearly excited to meet this person, she had been for the entire trip! What would they be like, what was their summoning like? Were they nice like mama? She wanted to know everything!
It seemed that this place was going through a rough time however, it seemed some kind of natural disaster, a very powerful storm had come through. Though things were recovering, many were also having to be treated. The People themselves, naturally were still reeling from such a storm. Cuore frowned, looking up to Rydia once more.
”Why don’t they just heal themselves? Do we need to?”
It seemed obvious to her, just cast Cure! After all, it was that simple right? Cast Cure and feel all better! Of course it wasn’t as simple as that, but kids were kids right? Even other wordly origin kids!
”Oooh ooh! Like her! She's doing it right!”
Cuore tugged on her mom’s sleeve, eagerly pointing the direction of a brown haired girl in the distance.
Well the person was more than a healer, but Cuore didn’t know that of course.
”She should teach them so they can heal themselves, then they don’t have to worry right? Isn’t that more efficient mama, oh we should tell her let’s go”
Oh, Oh she was pulling on Rydia’s sleeve, trying to guide her towards the woman’s location with such eagerness…..
Rydia had rarely left Perigosa since arriving in Zephon. She felt at home in the trees. But she’d traveled to Torensten and Provo a time or two, usually for trade purposes. So she wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with traveling and the big cities, but it wasn’t what she was most comfortable with. The isolationist nature of the Filhos de Selva was rubbing off on her. But Cuore had kept asking about the other summoner she’d mentioned, and Rydia had to admit her own curiosity. Maybe the woman in Provo would have some answers as to why the eidolons were so different here in Zephon. Would she have come from a different land as well? Would she know the Feymarch too? Maybe--just maybe--she’d know how to get there. Rydia knew this last hope was thin and unlikely, but she could dream. To be able to see Asura and Leviathan again…her Leviathan, would mean everything to her.[break][break]
Rhen had recovered swiftly after Cuore had rescued her. They’d stayed in Santuario until she was feeling well enough to take care of herself, then departed on the twisting jungle trails that led north to civilization. Their way hadn’t been too perilous, with only a few brightly colored monsters thinking they’d be easy prey. In one battle, Rydia had called this world’s Leviathan to her to aid them. And to show Cuore what she meant, by the strength and power in him but with no warmth or recognition. The great sea serpent was respectful and polite, but he was not the creature she’d grown to think of as father. [break][break]
In Torensten, Cuore had asked her about the resilience of the oft-destroyed city. She shrugged, not knowing much about them or their customs. ”They must like it here, and feel like it’s home. I know the city is said to be intensely magical, so maybe that helps them rebuild faster. I’ve only been here a couple times before, to visit the marketplaces and merchants and to sell wares from the jungle. But thankfully it’s always been peaceful.”[break][break]
It was many days more before they reached Provo. They took a slower, more ambling pace, stopping at inns and attractions along the way. There was no major hurry, of course. ”All I know is that she’s a woman who works with the Dragonblades. It’s a mercenary group that helps people in Torensten and Provo. I don’t recall her name, but I heard of her from another mercenary in Torensten,” Rydia told Cuore when she asked about the other summoner. Honestly, Rydia just hoped she was still here in Provo. But at least the travel had been interesting, if nothing else. [break][break]
But while Torensten had been calm, Provo was not. A huge storm had recently wracked the city and the people were still recovering. Houses were in disrepair, trees had been uprooted, and in the large city squares people were gathering. The displaced and the injured with nowhere else to go congregated in makeshift tents and cots. ”Most people don’t have magic, and even fewer have white magic,” Rydia explained to Cuore when she questioned the injured people. Then the girl noticed a brown-haired woman with an intricate staff healing some of the people laying on cots. [break][break]
”I can’t even do white magic spells anymore,” she said patiently, ”It’s a rare magic and not one that people can learn easily. I’m sure she’s doing her best to manage the situation. But if you’d like to help…” She let herself be led by the sleeve to where the other woman was administering healing. She didn’t interrupt her with a patient, but when the woman moved away from one tent to walk towards another, Rydia held up a hand in greeting. [break][break]
”We couldn’t help but notice you seem a bit overwhelmed here. My…” she stumbled on the word, but eventually settled on, ”daughter has white magic, too. If you’d like the help?”
[attr=class,bulk] The storm that had hit Provo was sudden, fierce, and unexpected for this time of year. None of those would have spelled good news individually, but together they had been a recipe for disaster. Yuna herself had been lucky—she had been making a house call at the time, and when the sky suddenly turned pitch black, the family had offered her shelter in their basement. Yuna had gratefully ridden out the storm underground with them, but what she found after leaving the house was appalling. Trees were barren and uprooted, buildings had collapsed, and there were rescue crews everywhere trying to find people who could have still been trapped among the rubble.
It was heart-breaking, but for a moment, Yuna could only stop and try to get her own emotions under control. It was just so much like the aftermath of an attack from Sin. The sounds of rebuilding, the cries of the wounded, the piles of the dead. All of it took her back to Spira in her mind until she half expected someone to approach her and say it was time for the sending to be performed.
They didn’t of course. She wasn’t known as a summoner here, and the dead didn’t become fiends in Zephon anyway. But Yuna did still have a duty to perform for the living.
Approaching one of the rescue crews, she bowed politely and introduced herself until she was led to an area where they were housing the wounded. Provo was technologically advanced enough that they had plenty of doctors, but hospitals were filling up, so they were gratefully accepting help from healers too. Yuna was put to work, running every which way and putting her white magic to good use.
After an hour or so, Yuna was trying to catch her breath and restore her magic with an ether outside of the medical tent. She had just uncorked the bottle when a woman and a little girl approached her, so Yuna turned to them with a slightly tired smile. They didn’t look injured, and they might have even just been travelers passing through based on their cloaks and bags. Yuna wondered if they were related—they both had deep green hair and similar delicate facial features, but that mystery was solved fairly quickly when the woman introduced the girl as her daughter. The summoner caught the way that the woman had stumbled over the word, which was curious, but she was polite enough not to comment.
Yuna hesitated just for a moment because of the girl’s age before she smiled more genuinely. “Absolutely. I try not to turn anyone away who’s willing to help, and it’s so nice to see another healer. Thank you for coming.” Recalling the worst of the wounds inside the tent, she bent down slightly to address the girl directly. “You must have seen a lot already to have mastered white magic at your age. Don’t be afraid to tell your mom if it gets to be too much in there though, okay?” Blood and broken bones had certainly fazed Yuna herself a lot more in her early training than they did now.
Straightening up, Yuna realized that she hadn’t introduced herself yet. “Oh! I’m Yuna by the way.” Clasping her hands together, she gave them a slight bow that was more out of habit than anything. Some customs from Spira were just hard to break. “Maybe we can…talk more afterward. I’m guessing you’re offworlders too.”
Between the magic and the bright green hair, she considered it an educated guess.
During their trip Cuore learned first hand what her mother meant by Leviathan’s differences here. The Sylph’s were different to a degree, sure, but that wasn’t as… harsh as this. Summoning the Sylph’s was summoning a group of people, you weren't always summoning the same fairies when you did so. As a result differences were harder to notice, had less of an impact even as confusing as it can be. It was different with her grandfather, errr… the person that looked like her grandfather that is. That was one being, her mother was not summoning others from a group each time. As a result the difference in personality was much more noticeable, more so when that person is considered your father figure-Or your Grandfather, as Cuore herself noticed as well This Leviathan was not rude, or mean… in fact he was similar to her actual grandfather but… it was different, there was an emptiness. That they were similar somehow formed a worse ache inside her. It confused her, familiarity should be good right? Yet… it only made the differences worse, the fact it wasn’t him worse. Was this how her mother felt? Was this strange pain what she was talking about? Part of her wanted more information on it, to understand it better so she knew what this meant. The easiest way to get that information would be to ask her mom about it but… no, that seemed… wrong, something in her said it would be wrong to prod mother about that information, at least right now. Would she make the ache worse? She didn’t know, but she knew she needed to follow that feeling, so she did not keep asking, maybe she would later but right now…. It would be wrong. So she put it in the back of her head, as the strange, confusing feeling it was.
Mother didn’t have much more information than her on the people of Torensten’s resilience.From what she could tell it was the normal way some humans were. Some were as fragile as glass, others were seemingly unbreakable under even the greatest pressure when pushed far enough. Like Uncle Cecil and his friends. Mother was like this too, in her own way. Protecting her, protecting her friends. She wanted to be like that to. To be able to protect her mother and… anyone she cared about. She wanted to be like the people of Torensten. Like Uncle Cecil and Papa Edge, like her mother. She was sure, that was the right thing, a proper path.
She just had to figure out HOW to do things.like that, she wasn’t sure on that part of things. She wanted to learn how, so she could be more useful to her mother, so that she could get rid of any of the bad things that bothered her, completely!
Cuore enjoyed the time she was having with her mother, traveling with her, going to the various attractions. Though Cuore was eager to meet the summoner, she was enjoying this time with her mother, being able to spend time with her again was amazing! Provo was much more… excitable than their previous location, and its people suffered through a rough time they had been through recently. She took her mother’s words to heart as they continued looking around. She explained to her that most people didn’t have magic, that she herself couldn't even use white magic anymore. Right, they were different, she forgot that sometimes. As a Maenad she didn’t have these issues. She had access to white and black magic, as well as summoning, even if her skills in those fields paled in comparison to her mother’s.Human’s did not share this ability with her kind. As she took hold of her mom’s hand her decision had been made:yes, she wanted to help.
”Yes mama! One person shouldn't do the whole town herself… her energy would prove inefficient and…. People could suffer in the meantime… I’ll help mom, let's go!”
So they made their approach, and on her mom’s word they waited for the person to be done with what they were currently doing before approaching them. It seemed mother was still having trouble with the fact she was her daughter. Cuore knew there was no malice here, but it still… caused an ache similar to what Grandpa made her feel, perhaps a bit worse if she thought about it. These feelings… .he didn’t like them, she wanted them to go away. Maybe if she focused on what she wanted to do here it would just leave her, right! She wanted to use her magic to help this woman, to help these people! That was what mattered here, that was what she wanted to do, yes! She offered to the older woman a smile, and a light bow of respect.
”Hi I’m…. Cuore I can help put them back together, like mom said with my white magic, I’m happy to help, if thats ok”
The other woman hesitated as well, Cuore was unsure why more magic would only benefit her right? Maybe this was just one of those ‘adult’ things she’d understand when she was older, because right now it only seemed silly to her. Regardless the lady was nice, so perhaps this was just her worrying too much like mother did at times. She smiled , nodding her head.
”You don’t have to thank me, I want to help, people being hurt is bad. It’s a sad thing that makes everyone worse, so I want to help, it’s better when people smile”
Yuna leaned down towards her, her words causing a light frown. Been through a lot… was that the normal way of things? She would look to her mom for understanding, but with her current memory issues she wasn’t an expert on her origin as she once was. She had told her mother what she was, but not what that entailed. The Maenid’s appearance and skills were based on Ryda’s own. While she, for some reason was not created with the same level of skill as her sisters, those skills did come naturally to her. She was born with these powers, though she did strive to improve in them, she had not as Yuna put it ‘been through a lot’ at least, not when it came to those skills themselves.
Still, it was nice of her to treat her like this, and she coudn’t expect every human to know her life story. So the frown became a smile, and she nodded.
”I’ve trained my magic a lot! I am not a master of White Magic… but I think I know enough to help, I want to help these people, they shouldn't hurt like this, people hurting like this… is wrong, I want to help make it go away”
The younger girl smiled, nodding at Yuna’s introduction. She seemed like a kind person, kind like her mom.
”It’s nice to meet you miss Yuna, please show me to anyone who needs help”
She wasn’t sure why she got a bow, curious. But… as to admitting they were offworlders Cuore looked to her mom for instruction, for what to do on that front. She was unsure of whether it was fine to to reveal such a thing or not right now. She would deter to her thoughts and follow as needed! Mother knew best after all right?
