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Yuna blanched a little at that, watching his long fingers curl around his staff before she glanced off to the side. “I don’t disagree, but even so. We chose our path,” she murmured quietly before continuing to lead him through the foliage. Part of her wanted to ask Seymour why he’d given up his pilgrimage. She knew him to be an incredibly talented summoner after he’d called an aeon on the fiends attacking Luca, but she couldn’t remember ever hearing why he’d chosen to become a maester instead. The more she spoke with this younger version of Seymour, the more painfully aware she grew of how little she knew about him.
Yuna nodded when he expressed that he wasn’t sure if he could still summon here or not yet. “Shiva is the only one to still answer my call.” It was an embarrassing admission--after travelling so far in her pilgrimage, to lose all but one aeon left her feeling shameful and vulnerable. “I hope that you have better luck. You've been a summoner much longer than I have...”
As they reached the path, Yuna regretted immediately how her thoughts had dwelled on Lord Jyscal, but her eyes were mostly on Seymour as the specter advanced towards them. Jyscal’s words were clearly meant to chastise him, and though they were a little condescending, she couldn’t sense anything cruel about them. Nothing that would suggest why Seymour reacted as if he’d been slapped.
Yuna took in how he flinched backwards, the helpless tone in his voice, the way his eyes slipped shut as if he wanted to turn invisible to escape the thin fingers of the guado reaching towards him. She had seen reactions like that before, particularly in the vulnerable way that Tidus spoke about Sir Jecht, but it still shocked her as she stared at the vision of the dead maester approaching his son. He had always been exalted as the man who had united humans and the guado, but Seymour’s reactions were too honest for her to see anything but abuse when she looked between them.
“Get away from him.” Yuna’s fingers dug into her staff as she stepped in front of Seymour. Twirling to the side, she spun the decorative rod over her head before she brought it down in front of her. “Rest. This time for good,” she murmured as the vision started to dissolve into pyreflies that she wasn’t entirely certain were real. Perhaps the sending didn’t actually work on Zephon, but if it worked on the dead in this forest, then that was good enough for her.
A sphere fell from the man’s sleeve and landed at her feet. She doubted it was any more real than he was, but Yuna still stared at the familiar scene, her memory flashing to the guado approaching her from across the Farplane back on Spira. Sudden memory struck her, and Yuna clapped a hand over her mouth, whirling to face the blue-haired man behind her even though that left her back to Jyscal.
“Listen closely, for I shall tell you the truth about my son, Seymour.”
“He is using Yevon, the guado, and even the summoners. If he is not stopped, he will surely bring destruction and chaos to Spira.”
“I will leave this world soon, killed by my own son.”
Yuna could hear her own heartbeat in her ears as she stared up at the man in a new light. How could she have forgotten what she’d learned in the Thunderplains? Was that why she’d felt uneasy the moment that she’d set eyes on Seymour again? Had she confronted him? She desperately needed to remember how that had ended if she had, but her thoughts were too scattered and panicked to focus.
“You killed him,” Yuna finally managed, staring up at Seymour as though she hoped he’d contradict her. Somehow she'd forgotten about the specter behind her.
Yuna listened enraptured to Faris’ story of how he’d managed the impossible task of taming a fully-grown sea dragon. “You really jumped into a whirlpool after a drake?” Yuna laughed at how crazy that sounded, but it also didn’t surprise her that the lavender-haired man would be so bold and fearless. It had been hard to be either of those things in Spira. Yuna didn’t know if it was the last remnants of the alcohol in her blood or the sea wind and salt spray blowing around them, but she felt almost hungry to be that spontaneous. Faris was unlike anyone she had ever met, and Yuna wanted to meet him where he stood. At least for today. Her responsibilities would still be there in the morning.
“I don’t blame them at all for making you captain after that! If you can handle a whirlpool and a dragon, I’d think you could handle that many men,” Yuna said teasingly, smiling as she did her best to steer them forward. The coast was nothing more than a long line in the distance now, which she attributed more to Faris expertly directing the sails than to anything she’d done, but it was nice to be helping at least.
Faris seemed surprised at her suggestion of going for a swim, and he laughed loudly in that infectious way of his that had Yuna giggling herself. “I know, I know. And I certainly wasn’t the underwater fighting expert in my group if it came to that, but...it sounds nice.” Anyway, she wasn’t afraid of this ocean, even if there could be monstrous fish or even sea drakes. Anything was better than Sin.
“You don’t have to,” Yuna said graciously when Faris said that he would have to join her, but she was sure that she visibly brightened anyway. “But you’re right, you are the sea drake expert.” Swimming with him sounded nice anyway, though she told herself that she wasn’t going to focus on that aspect of it as she glanced back towards the Torensten coast to check on their progress. Nothing but water surrounded them on every side by now, and Yuna’s lips parted slightly to take in the beauty of the sunlight falling on the endless sea around them before she turned back to Faris with a smile. “Ready when you are.”
She kept an eye on him for her queue, since Yuna was fairly certain that she wasn’t supposed to let go of the tiller until the sails had been lowered and the boat was secured in place. Once it was safe to do so, she finally rose to her feet, keeping one hand on the side of the boat as she swayed in place before she bent down to unlace her boots.
The floorboards were warm from the sun and felt good on her bare feet. Yuna wiggled her toes slightly, hoping Faris was too busy to notice that she was being childish before she untied her sleeves and slid them off her arms to pile them in a folded stack next to her shoes. Her jewelry followed--the silver necklace from her father, the pearl bracelet from Lulu, a flowery ring from Besaid, and finally the triple piercings in her left ear. As a final thought, she added her yellow sash to the growing pile, and felt a tiny bit self-conscious as she finally stood to face Faris. She felt a little bare in only her white camisole and long skirt, but she did her best to smile at him excitedly anyway. “Do you do this a lot? I haven’t been swimming in a long time.”
Not since she’d arrived at least, and Yuna hesitated for only the barest second with her foot off the side before she took a jumping start and plunged into the depths. The layer of water under the surface was colder than she’d expected given the bright sunlight, and it shocked her eyes open as she took in what sights she could. The bottom of the boat swayed above her, a white spotlight in a sea of blue and black. She couldn’t see how far down the water went, which sent a thrill of nervousness through her. It was unsettling not to know what was under you.
Yuna hung out under the surface for a little longer, but she kicked her way back up eventually, shaking out her hair with a laugh once she broke through. Her wet skirt billowed around her and weighed her down like she’d thought it would, but she didn’t pay it much mind as she treaded water and looked around for her companion. “Faris?”
From Caius’ delayed reaction before he returned her quick embrace, Yuna could guess that she had embarrassed him. His cheeks were a little rosier than she was used to seeing them, and she might have apologized for the hug completely if he didn’t say quickly that he’d been looking forward to working with her again.
“Me too.” Yuna smiled at him while giving Caius his space as they set off on a walk. Given what she knew of his background on a dying world, it wasn’t too surprising that he wasn’t used to physical affection with his friends. Yuna herself didn’t like it much unless she felt completely comfortable with someone, so it was probably best to tone it down until he was more ready.
Of course, given what was happening with Caius and Celes, Yuna felt that she might be waiting forever, but that was alright too. Hugs weren’t for everyone.
Yuna had wanted to hear Caius’ perspective on the letter that she’d left at the base, and she nodded thoughtfully when he said it was probably dangerous. “You’re right. I didn’t think about it much, but there should be tourists along the coast, right? It’s odd no one’s seen anything…” And troubling, but it was hard to speculate about what might be going on from here. They wouldn’t learn anything else until they had the chance to get out there and investigate, but Yuna couldn’t help wondering anyway as Caius led the way to a cozy property on the outskirts of town.
“Is this your house?” Yuna hadn’t seen it before, but it would make sense that he’d need a lot of space for Vordun. “I can tell you’ve worked really hard on it. It’s a lot nicer than the place I have in Provo.” It was probably to her detriment that charging people for healing them gave her a guilty conscience, so Yuna was always living from job to job. Still, she didn’t mind much as long as she was good on food and supplies. She wasn’t at home a lot anyway, so it didn’t matter much that her apartment building was a bit...seedy.
Caius gave her leave to look around as he went outside to get Vordun ready, so Yuna took the time to take in the room, including the small collection of books on the table. She supposed that the house was fairly small and patch-work by Torensten standards, but it really did feel like someone had put a lot of work into making it comfortable. It just felt like Caius, so she liked it immediately.
“Ready to go?” Yuna stopped creeping on what books he’d been reading as Caius came back in, and she gave him a small smile as she retrieved her staff and slipped back outside towards the stable with him. A very sleepy and slightly grumpy-looking dragon was waiting for them around the corner, and Yuna stopped walking with a tiny squeak as she caught sight of him.
“When did you get taller than me, Vordun?” Laughing, she held out a hand to allow the blue dragon to sniff her since it had been a while since she’d seen him. “Careful. He’ll be stealing cows from farmers soon,” she teased Caius before stepping back to allow her friend to make any final preparations needed.
Once they were ready to go, she stepped up carefully to Vordun’s side to climb up behind Caius like she had one time before. “You might have to remind me how to buckle into the saddle,” she admitted before doing her best on her own with what she remembered. Once she was strapped in, she settled back to consider the curtain of blond hair in front of her while Caius got himself settled.
“I was thinking maybe we could check the address he gave me first,” Yuna said a little quietly as she looped her staff through one of the straps to ensure it wouldn’t fall during the flight. “I think it’s an area that’s mostly vacation homes for the wealthy. I didn’t want to say anything to him, but...if his wife actually has gone missing like the merchants have, then that could be a good place to start.”
Don't mind me. Just forcing Seymour to confront his abusive father.
I will live with my sorrow
Seymour brushed off her comment about him being a maester so abruptly that Yuna had to believe that he found the idea genuinely distasteful. It was hard to reconcile the boy across from her who claimed to be an unwilling priest with the man who had seemed like such a devoted new maester. Had the version that she knew always been wearing a mask? Despite his marriage proposal, Yuna supposed that she really hadn’t known much about him yet.
“Lord Jyscal forced you?” Yuna asked with a frown. She had never gotten a chance to meet the man before he died, and Seymour had no reason to lie, so she believed him immediately. Still, the Guado had held Jyscal in such high respect that she had always assumed he was a great man, but Seymour made him sound so cruel. It was odd.
Yuna sucked in a slight breath when he mentioned that Yevon was the reason her father was gone. People mentioned Braska to her so often that she was normally able to fake a smile quickly enough, but no one had ever said anything like that to her before. Not even Tidus dared to say that much, and she knew how little he cared for any of Spira’s customs.
“Do you...really hate them so? I never knew.” Taking a moment to compose herself, she adjusted her grip on her staff before looking up at him again. “I’m so sorry. About your mother.” Yuna wasn’t sure how the woman had died that Seymour would blame the church of Yevon for it, but she was sure that he’d tell her when he was ready to. “But my father...he chose his path. He wanted Spira’s suffering to go away more than anything. I can’t blame anyone for his death except Sin.”
Yuna was grateful for the subject change, and she gave Seymour a curious look after he explained what he’d been doing directly before this. “You’ve been to Zanarkand?” Had she learned that from the other version of Seymour somewhere in the missing pieces of her pilgrimage? Even if she hadn’t married him, he seemed like he would have been a great help with everything that came later. She hoped that they’d at least spoken about it.
“I think you’ll be plenty of help getting out of here,” she insisted with a slight smile as she waved aside his modesty. “Shiva will get tired of me if I summon for every encounter, and I’ve barely learned any black magic at all. All I really have is my white magic.” Holy was nothing to sneeze at of course, but it ate so much of her magic that she didn’t like to use it unless she had to. It was times like this that she really missed her guardians.
“When I say it like that, I almost feel as if I should call you Sir Seymour,” Yuna said a little teasingly as she started to push aside some branches to lead him back towards the path that she had run from. “But you’re a summoner too of course, so I guess that makes us both guardians today.”
They weren’t terribly far from the path--Seymour had been close enough that Yuna had heard his low crying after all--but the trees grew so closely together on the way that she fell quiet in her task of clearing a way through the thicket for them, her mind once again on Lord Jyscal. Seymour’s distaste for his father hadn’t surprised her as much as it should have, and that made her feel like she was forgetting something important. Had he told her something? Had she learned something in Guadosalam?
There was a sphere. Wasn’t there?
Yuna had just managed to find the dirt clearing of the path, but it wasn’t the sudden memory of Lord Jyscal’s unsent dropping a sphere in her path that made her stop in her tracks. It was the specter of the man himself blocking the trail towards Provo.
Yuna knew enough about the Headstone Forest to not be surprised that she’d get a vision of Jyscal when her mind had been on him, but her eyes darted back towards Seymour anyway. She was a little afraid of what he’d do if he could see it too.
Yuna didn’t have a lot of hope that the giant could understand her based on the odd cadence of the language that she had spoken first. The tones had been beautiful, but the sound had been almost incomprehensible to Yuna’s ears, so she only prayed that her gestures would be understood in place of her words. Her kneel. Her offered hand. She hoped those were universal signals of respect and that she’d like to help.
The blank, masked face seemed to be considering her from above, and Yuna felt a little as if her soul was being peered into. She wondered if that was how others had felt when she’d performed the sending on them, but she didn’t have long to dwell on it as the enormous figure took a step towards her.
For a moment, Yuna wasn’t sure what had happened. The tall crystal gate had been reflecting sparkling patches of sunlight down into the canyon when she’d first arrived, but the masked stranger had been tall enough to block most of it. However, a patch of sunlight suddenly struck her face, and as Yuna raised a hand to block it, she realized the woman was right in front of her looking down at her. A few feet down at her.
“Oh! Startled, she clapped a hand over her mouth as she instinctively jumped to her feet, finding that the stranger was nearly her same height now. “I’m sorry.” Yuna’s nervous laugh was partly in relief that she didn’t have to hide a giant in the countryside now, though she would have tried to make it work either way. “I didn’t know you could change. That makes things easier.”
Yuna didn’t really expect a response, so she was a little startled when the woman spoke and Yuna could understand. She had a lovely voice--it was soft and her accent was full of pleasing, lilting tones. She thought that the woman could have said anything at all and it would have sounded beautiful, so she shook her head quickly when she said she didn’t speak much. “Please, don’t worry about it. Learning a second language is difficult.” Yuna had always wished that she spoke more Al Bhed so that she could better connect with her mother’s side, but that had never seemed to be in her future. It was still sad to think about, even though she supposed it didn’t matter much that she hadn’t learned now that she was on Zephon.
Yuna lightly touched her own chest as she smiled at the silver-haired stranger. “I’m Yuna,” she said, giving the woman a small bow as she spoke. “What about you?” It felt like an oddly casual way to introduce herself when she’d met her while she was about 6 times her current height, so Yuna wasn’t able to contain her curiosity as she peered at the white mask. “If you don't mind. Where did you...come here from?” She asked, glancing up at the gates that now towered over both of them. If the crystal wasn’t sealed shut as firmly as it always was, she’d have almost thought that her companion had stepped right out of them.
Seymour’s expression wasn’t one that Yuna had expected. They were away from everything that they’d ever known on Spira, so she’d anticipated a little fear or depression at the news--if not outright disbelief. Instead Seymour looked genuinely happy in a way she’d ever seen before. Yuna had only ever known him when he wore the serene mask of a maester, but she found that she liked this younger and more vulnerable version. It felt more real somehow.
Yuna wasn’t sure what sights Seymour was referring to in his question, but she nodded a little ruefully when he mentioned hallucinations. “This forest is...somewhat known for leading travelers astray. I see them too. They can be really convincing even if you know they aren’t real...” Seymour really was unlucky that he’d woken up here first instead of in a city. Yuna didn’t even want to think about what might have happened if he hadn’t found anyone to explain to him what was going on. He might have ended up lost in the dark forest for months.
The blue-haired man finally extricated himself from the trees and approached her, and Yuna was struck again by how tall he was, though she felt it would be rude to say anything about it. Still, she couldn’t help the slight laugh that escaped her at how happy he was, before she touched a hand to her mouth and did her best to compose herself. Even if he wasn’t a maester yet, he would be one day, and they usually valued staying calm.
“I’m sorry. This just...isn’t at all what I expected when I first saw you,” she admitted honestly, smiling slightly when he did the same. “I mean, of course a place without Sin is wonderful, but I never thought I’d hear a maester talk so fondly of a wold without Yevon.” Not that Yuna blamed him for it. Truthfully she’d been getting her own doubts during what she could remember of her pilgrimage, but she’d only suspected that Seymour might share some of them. Operation Mi’ihen had shown that he didn’t always agree with the ban on machina, for example, or at least that he empathized with how badly the Crusaders wanted the plan to succeed. Even with its disastrous ending, Yuna had a lot of respect for him after that.
“I guess we’ll have to see then. Where this dream ends.” She gave him another small smile before adjusting the grip that she had on her staff. “Do you want to come with me back to Provo?” She wasn’t sure what other options he had at this point besides waiting for someone else to come along, but it still felt polite to offer.
“Your magic was some of the best I’d ever seen back home, and I’m sure there will be fiends and more visions on the way out.” Yuna hesitated slightly before glancing up at him. “And...I’d be interested. To hear what you remember. I don’t think my memories are complete either…”
Faris gave her a stern look after she’d nearly thrown him off the sailboat by accident, but he tempered it with a grin. That last expression meant that he wasn’t really mad, so Yuna had no problem shooting him a slightly more innocent smile than normal before dissolving into giggles again. Thankfully Yuna had sobered up by the time he offered more advice, and she nodded even if she questioned the pronouns used to describe the boat. She? Yuna couldn’t see what was particularly feminine about the smooth white vessel, but it was endearing all the same that Faris thought so. “Does she have a name?” Maybe it would improve her steering if she got to know the boat.
Faris agreed with her that the sea was his home more than anywhere else, and Yuna sat up in surprise when he described what he had along with his ship. “You had a dragon?” Truthfully she hadn’t known that the creatures could live in the water (excluding the rumors about what lurked beneath Bevelle of course), but Sin tended to curb any large water-life that wasn’t well hidden. Perhaps there had been sea dragons on Spira once.
“That’s incredible that she knew you so well! How did you meet her?” Yuna was so curious about how Faris had managed to tame the sea drake that it took her a moment to realize that the sailor looked a little pained. “Oh...I’m sorry. You must miss her.” She looked at Faris with sympathy, deciding that this must have been as rough a transition for him as it was for her. He still had the sea, but without the ship or crew that was basically his home and housemates. That was sad to think about, even if he had been a pirate before and must have had a harder time robbing people here in Zephon. Priority-wise, she knew that she should have put that above Faris’ happiness, but she couldn’t. It was somehow hard to remember what he did for a living when she watched him expertly move about the boat with the wind in his hair.
Faris changed the subject to the reason why they were here, and Yuna perked up when he said they had about an hour to get off the coast before sunset. Glancing behind her, she did notice that she could still see the shore in the distance, and she felt her cheeks grow hot when she turned back around in time to catch Faris’ wink. That would have been considered forward on Spira, but Yuna couldn’t say that she wasn’t pleased. She liked people who tested the boundaries a little.
The sea’s yours for the taking. Yuna felt a little thrill at the words. “Yes sir!” Faris was still the captain after all, and she gave him a grateful smile as she gripped the tiller again to continue steering them out. She suspected that they would have had a much smoother ride if he had been doing it all, but she appreciated having the chance to operate the boat with him. It felt freeing in a way that she hadn’t expected.
“Maybe...I’ll jump in. When we’re far enough out.” Was that too bold? Nothing would be surrounding them but water, and Yuna’s clothes certainly weren’t ideal for swimming. Still, the sleeves could be unlaced and removed, and if her skirt weighed her down, then she didn’t mind spending some time underwater. Two minutes and 41 seconds. Her longest stretch of holding her breath, which was embarrassing compared to Blitzball players. Faris could probably put her to shame, but if she knew anything about him so far, it was that he’d be too charming to say it.
Yuna had wanted to share information a little slower with Seymour after his bad reaction earlier, but it seemed that he had read between the lines of what she wasn’t saying. Yuna had hoped he would let it go until he could calm down, but she wasn’t really surprised that he wanted answers immediately either. It was tough to become a maester. A man didn’t become one by putting their head down and hiding. If Seymour thought that he could handle the truth now, then Yuna would have to trust his judgement. She owed him that much after all the help that he’d given her on her pilgrimage. At least what she could remember of it.
“No. This isn’t Spira.” She tried to break the news gently, but there really wasn’t any easier way to say it. “I know how it sounds, but...there are others like us. People from other places who just showed up here, I mean. Without knowing why.” A slight smile crossed her face as she tried to dispel the first suspicion he might have had about that. “Honestly, I thought at first that I was dead and that this was the Farplane, but no one else even knew what I was talking about when I said that.”
Her admission that the Farplane didn’t strictly exist here probably answered Seymour’s second question in itself, but Yuna bit her lip anyway as she thought about the best way to address it directly. “No,” she admitted again, her fingers going a little slack around her staff. “There are still a few aeons, but they’re different from ours. Everything else…”
It occurred to her that Seymour may be the first person to truly understand how bizarre peace was for her, because it would be the same for him. This world had its own problems of course--Yuna’s several run-ins with Ardyn came to mind--but everything felt so manageable compared to the beast that had been their punishment for over a thousand years.
“I wanted a world without Sin so badly. But this wasn’t what I prayed for.” She smiled at him a little sadly, deciding that she was grateful for his presence even if her initial reaction suggested that what she couldn’t remember about him was important. There was time for that later. “I was hoping you might have some news about home, but...that's not the most important thing I suppose. How are you feeling?”
Kuja looked amused by her suggestion, and Yuna blinked slightly at how easily he brushed her off. It was a little funny how he could tell her to go follow in her passions but refuse to even consider the possibility for himself. The eccentric man came off as one of the smarter people that Yuna had ever met, but he also possessed a painful lack of self-awareness. Yuna had to stifle a giggle at the thought. Kuja didn’t seem like the type of person who would like being laughed at, and she didn’t want to offend him.
“Your other business must be very time-consuming if it might not ever be finished,” Yuna said instead with a small smile. “I know some things are more important than what you really want to be doing though.” Boy did she know that. She’d spent her entire life until now doing what was best for the world instead of herself, so she wasn’t about to pressure Kuja out of his current calling. He’d leave it when he was ready to and not a moment before. “Whatever it is, I hope it’s satisfying.”
Kuja pushed a branch out of the way ahead of them, and Yuna was almost startled to see the path emerge on the other side of the thicket. “Oh! You have a way with directions.” Stepping out onto the dirt path, Yuna brushed off the grass and dead leaves that had accumulated on her skirt before considering the angle of the sun. It was the later half of the day, which meant that she needed to turn around and follow the road east towards her destination. At least she’d be walking away from the sun for a while.
“Oh no, I’m...actually going towards the mountain,” Yuna said a tad sheepishly. “Don’t worry, I have some warmer clothes in my bag.” A few at least, but she didn’t plan to linger in the cold at any rate. It was on to the Divider as soon as she could find a path. “I guess this is where we part ways then.”
Kuja seemed more charismatic than genuinely nice, but he’d been very helpful even if he’d been a little smug sometimes, so the bow and the smile that Yuna gave him were genuine. “Thank you so much for your help. I’m sorry again for barging in when you had it covered.”
Straightening up, she adjusted the grip that she had on her staff before looking up at him. “I hope we can meet again someday, Kuja.”
Yuna didn’t have much to do as Faris untied them from the dock, so she settled back and watched the man work instead. He moved with confidence and grace as he bustled around the small boat, and he walked as steadily as if every movement didn’t rock the vessel slightly. It was nice to be around someone who seemed so dependable--it felt safe, and for just the briefest moment, Yuna was reminded of Kimahri. Or maybe even Tidus, but that felt like a dangerous train of thought to take.
“The tiller. Alright.” Yuna only vaguely knew what he meant by that, but she didn’t have time to ask as the boat started to glide out towards the open waters. She let out a nervous laugh as she settled back against the side of the boat while Faris angled the sails in the best direction to catch the wind. Once they were clear of the other boats in the harbor, he directed her to sit next to him in the back, so she scooted over to hesitantly take the long handle in both hands. Listening to Faris’ instructions, she nodded her head quickly and determinedly.
“Steering. I can do that.” They had started to drift to the right during Faris’ explanation, so Yuna jerked the tiller firmly to the right, giggling as the boat took a sharp left turn that nearly toppled her over the side. “Sorry, sorry!” Holding it more gently this time, she eased them back into a straight path, laughing as the boat picked up speed and the wind started to whip her hair around her face.
Getting more comfortable with the tiller, Yuna held it in only one hand while she leaned over the side to trail one hand through the water, her sleeve billowing out behind her. The spray from her fingers misted up towards her face, smelling of salt and brine as she sat back in the boat and looked up at Faris. He was operating the sails like he’d been born to do so, and something like fondness welled up in her chest at the way his lavender hair flowed out behind him.
“You were right. This is beautiful,” Yuna murmured as she looked out at the horizon again. “I’ve been on the sea before, but I was always just waiting for Sin to show up…” That was a dark thought though, and this was meant to be a fun voyage. Not wanting to completely spoil the mood, Yuna shook her head before looking up at Faris. “You look so at home here. How long until sunset do you think?”
