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Kuja looked a little surprised at her suggestion that he either write plays or open his own theater, but Yuna wasn’t quite sure why. He seemed so passionate about the world of acting that it seemed only natural that he should get involved in it. Still, something about the idea clearly troubled him, so she tried not to press him too hard as he shook his head at some thought he’d had before he changed the subject.
“It isn’t as bad as it sounds,” Yuna protested in her best attempt to defend Spira. “There are two larger cities that a lot of resources go into defending. And I’m sure more will spring up once Sin is gone…” If she hadn’t already defeated it of course, but once again, Yuna wasn’t quite ready to think about that.
Yuna gave Kuja a startled look when he suggested that she pursue dancing for fun. “You mean...performing?” The thought was terrifying with a sort of dark appeal that made her blush to consider it. A summoner’s sending ritual was sacred, and she never thought much about who was watching. But dancing purely for pleasure and for the entertainment value in front of other people sounded a bit...hedonistic. She was certain that no one would think she was the type of person who would like the attention. Still, the tiniest part of herself fluttered at the thought.
“...I like to sing too.” Yuna was surprised by her own admission, and she glanced away a little shyly. It wasn’t something she ever did in front of people. Not even her guardians, and here she was telling a near stranger. Maybe it was because no one had really asked her what she liked to do before him. She’d always done what was expected of her before, but there was something equal parts terrifying and exciting to the idea of exploring another path.
“Maybe we should hold each other to that then,” Yuna turned to Kuja with a small smile. “I hope that the next time I see you, you have a play published. Or that you’re working at the biggest theater in all of Torensten. Maybe I'll even buy season tickets.” She wasn’t sure why she pictured Kuja best in Torensten, but something about the way he carried himself seemed to fit in amongst the nobility, at least in her eyes.
Seymour’s face went through a mix of different emotions as she spoke, and Yuna wasn’t entirely surprised when the one he settled on was denial. To someone first waking up in this place, her story must have seemed crazy. It would have sounded far-fetched even if he had remembered who she was, but she wasn’t aware of just how different their starting points were until he proclaimed that there was no way that Braska could be her father.
“One...year?” Yuna stared at him, raising one hand to her mouth in shock. Seymour was upset, and she knew that she should have been trying to comfort him as he backed away, but she was too busy trying to make sense of what he’d said. Was it possible that his memory problems had robbed him of that much time? Over a decade? Or was something else at play here? She didn't want to, but she was forced to uneasily remember how much younger he seemed to look.
Seymour was starting to panic, which was the only thing that could have shaken Yuna out of her stupor. Biting her lip, she gripped her staff almost painfully hard between her fingers as she looked down at the tall grass between them. “I’m sorry,” she murmured at his frantic questions. What was she to tell him? That his father was dead? She couldn’t do that to him. At least not yet.
“My father defeated Sin ten years ago,” Yuna finally said, looking up to meet his eyes. He deserved that at least. “His calm has ended, but I want to do all I can to continue it.”Wanted. Yuna had been stranded here long enough that she had adjusted to a life without that sacrifice waiting for her at the end of her story, but it was so easy to slip back into her old way of speaking with Seymour here in front of her.
“I...know how it must sound. But I haven’t lied to you.” Yuna looked him over a little uncertainly before doing her best to give him a small smile. “But I believe you too.” She had heard stranger tales after all, and she didn’t mind sharing that. “One of my father’s guardians. And his son. They always said they were from Zanarkand, and I believed their stories. If...Sin can do that to them. Bring them to our Spira. Then I believe that it could again.”
Yuna hesitated, deciding that piece of information might be more than he could handle right now. Still, he had asked where they were, and she owed him an answer, if not quite an explanation.
“This is the Headstone Forest. It’s not generally seen as safe by the local people,” she said gently. “The closest town is Provo. I can take you there.” Truthfully, Yuna had just come from that direction, and she was supposed to be making her way to the Crystalus Divider, but this seemed much more important now. It had been so long since she’d seen someone else from Spira after all, even if they came from the past.
Yuna stood behind Faris on the wooden dock, peeking around the lavender-haired man to gaze at the horizon. It wasn’t quite sunset, but it was getting close, and the gentle waves that lapped against the dock had a fiery orange glow to them. It was beautiful, but they gave the illusion that the wooden boards were shifting under her feet, and she had to resist the urge to grab her companion’s arm for balance. Thankfully, the effect was lessened when she stared straight at the horizon instead of at the water down by their feet.
“It reminds me of Kilika here,” she murmured. “It was the island closest to my home. Their village was built on docks over the water…”
Faris was excited--his eyes were lit up in a way that she hadn’t seen yet today--and Yuna fought a giggle that she wasn’t entirely able to contain as he hopped down into the docked sailboat with a wide grin. “I’ve never seen a ship like this before.” Yuna leaned forward with her arms behind her back to look over the vessel. It really was only made to contain a few people, which didn’t really exist on Spira unless you counted the shoopufs. A boat like this would have been a death sentence if Sin had found it.
“You’re probably right,” Yuna said with a smile when Faris cautioned her to sit down as soon as she was onboard so she wouldn’t fall over. “I’ve been on the water before, but not in anything this small. I don’t want to tip us over.”
Faris offered her his hand, and Yuna hesitated for just a moment as old safety concerns jumped into her head. How were they to defend themselves with no harpoons on board? Wouldn’t the small vessel crack if a large creature rammed into it? Wouldn’t it be too easy to flip in a large wave or if Sinspawn landed aboard?
“Alright. There’s no Sin here,” she murmured for her own benefit before steeling herself and taking the warm, calloused hand. Holding her skirt out of the way, she stepped into the boat, grateful for Faris’ firm grip as she stumbled a little and settled laughing against the side.
“It was lower than I thought,” she tried to defend herself with a smile before pausing as Faris turned to her and asked for confirmation that she really wanted to do this. He really was incredibly sweet in spite of his profession. Yuna had only known him for a few hours, but she could tell how big his heart was. She somehow doubted that piracy would have been in his future if he hadn’t grown up doing it, but that was something she’d keep to herself.
“I want to see the seas like you do. I don’t want to be afraid of them anymore,” Yuna said simply before sitting up on her knees and giving him a warm smile. “You said sailboats take two people to sail, right? Put me to work, Captain Faris.”
Everything was so silent that Yuna could even hear the faint hum of magic that the crystal doors gave off. It was unnerving--the Divider had been quiet in a solemn way when Yuna was here before, but it had also been crowded with people. Now, almost all the stragglers had fled up the canyon, and Yuna was left feeling like the only person in the world as she spun in a slow circle to examine her surroundings. Honestly, nothing looked out of the ordinary besides how deserted the holy site was. Whatever threat the people had encountered, it looked like it was long gone.
Suddenly, the ground beneath her feet shook slightly, and Yuna gave a startled look towards the tall crystal gate as heavy footfalls echoed in the air. The next moment, a curious face peered around the side of the doors to look at Yuna. Its owner stood nearly 30 feet off the ground, and Yuna let out an undignified squeak as she stepped back and raised one hand to her mouth in surprise.
The woman asked a question in a language that Yuna had never heard before, but even in her fear, she could tell that the cadence of the language was as clear and beautiful as the ringing of a bell. The words weren’t hostile, which stayed Yuna’s hand even though her gut reaction had been to call for Shiva’s aid. As her thoughts raced to take in the situation, Yuna was a little ashamed that her first reaction had been to fight. The stranger’s face was covered in a white half-mask, but her expression was more curious than anything, and while the visitors to the Divider had fled, there was no evidence that anyone had been hurt.
With that in mind, Yuna didn’t think that this giant was dangerous. Truthfully, she was beginning to think that the masked stranger bordered more on the divine than anything. Going with her instincts on that, Yuna slowly lowered her staff and knelt down before the gargantuan woman.
“I’m sorry. I’m afraid I don’t understand…” Scanning the woman’s face for a hint, she spoke her next question slowly. “What about you? Do you speak this language?” Just in case she didn’t understand, Yuna also held out her hand to the stranger in a universal gesture and did her best to smile up at her. “Do you need help? You could come with me.”
Somewhere. She probably couldn’t take her to any cities without the residents panicking unfortunately, but she was determined to figure something out.
Maester Seymour returned her bow in greeting, but something about him still struck Yuna as wrong. It was very subtle--his face a little rounder, his shoulders a little less broad, his hair a little shorter. She would almost have said that he looked younger somehow, but that was ridiculous. Even the unsent couldn’t turn back their age.
Still, Yuna didn’t have much time to contemplate what was so off about his appearance. He pulled away from her touch roughly and hauled himself to his feet, proclaiming that he didn’t need any help. Yuna was left blinking up at him, deciding that his height didn’t seem to have changed any at least. He still towered over her, which was enough to spike her anxiety again, even if she did her best to push it away. She was certain that he meant no harm. If only she could convince whatever small piece of herself wasn’t so sure.
“I’m sorry. I meant no offense.” Gripping her staff tighter between her fingers, Yuna rose to her own feet. Dirt and a few cloying leaves clung to her skirt around her knees, but instinct wouldn’t let her brush off. That would mean letting go of her staff.
Yuna forced a smile to her face despite her own unease, though it slipped slightly when Seymour asked who she even was. “You...don’t remember me?” Maybe that wasn’t so surprising. Yuna herself had a hard time piecing together what had happened on her pilgrimage. Still, she had made a lot of progress since waking up on Zephon. Where once she had been certain that she hadn’t even left Besaid yet, she could now remember almost everything up to visiting Guadosalam with her guardians. Maybe Seymour would show the same amount of progress, though Yuna suddenly wished she hadn’t remembered Guadosalam at this moment. Her cheeks were probably bright red.
“I’ve been having problems remembering everything too. Since I first woke up here,” she confessed as she twisted her staff between her fingers. “Maybe we can compare information? To see what we know?” She gave him a slight smile before deciding to go ahead.
“My name’s Yuna. I come from the isle of Besaid and I’m a summoner. My...father was Lord Braska.” She normally didn’t like to bring that fact up in casual conversation. It sounded like a boast, and she had always wanted to stand on her own two feet as a summoner. Still, in this situation, she thought that it might help him to place where he knew her. “I met you on my pilgrimage. You were...very courteous to me and my guardians. You let us pass once during an operation when even other summoners were forbidden from the road. You also-...”You asked me to marry you? Yuna lost her courage to say it as she felt her face grow hot.
“You hosted us in your home,” she said instead, dropping her eyes to the side. Sir Auron always said that she was a terrible liar, even if this was only a half-truth. “In Guadosalam.”
I do figure this is after her thread with Emet, so feel free to have her be doing whatever!
I will live with my sorrow
It was only the second time that Yuna had visited the Divider, but even from the rocky pass above it, the tall crystal doors still took her breath away. Pausing to take in the sight, Yuna dipped into the traditional Yevon prayer before giving a small bow in their direction. This place might not have had anything to do with Spira, but the general feel of the area made her think that it was a holy enough site that it could apply to any of their worlds. She liked to think of it as having a connection to the Fayth, at any rate. There was as much solemnity in the air here as in any of the temples she had visited.
Yuna had just started to descend into the chasm when a wave of people suddenly swarmed up the path, and she was forced to leap out of the way to avoid being trampled. Her heart pounding in her chest, Yuna stared in shock as the screaming crowd ran past, grabbing one man’s arm when the bottleneck forced a few people close to her to slow their ascent.
“Please. Tell me what has happened here,” she implored him, but the man shook off her fingers, his ramblings about a ‘giant’ mostly getting lost in the din of the crowd. Biting her lip, Yuna stared at the narrow path that led down into the canyon before she resolutely took a step forward and started trying her best to fight through the crowd.
“Protect,” she murmured, casting a quick spell on herself that helped her from getting knocked backwards. She was shorter than most of the people rushing past after all, though thankfully the crowd seemed to mostly be concentrated at the front, and before long, she was able to walk normally with only one or two panicked people periodically rushing past her.
It was eerie to see the Divider so deserted. Normally it was crowded between the tourists, the merchant stalls, and the religious zealots, but as Yuna finally stepped down to look up fully at the Divider, it was almost deathly quiet.
“Hello?” Gripping her staff tighter in her hands, Yuna took a few cautious steps forward, spinning slowly in a circle to take in her surroundings. “Is anyone here? Any...giants?” She felt a little ridiculous saying that out loud, but it was one of the few words she’d been able to pick up from the fleeing man above.
After separating from Kuja, Yuna found that she was more comfortable in navigating the forest now. It didn’t seem quite so dark after talking to someone who had led her back to the path, and although the illusions continued, Yuna did her best to to keep her eyes facing ahead of her. She knew better than anyone that her father or Tidus couldn’t possibly be here--and even if they were, it would be a cruel trick for them to appear in the forest known best for hoodwinking travelers and leading them astray. Yuna had been trapped in Zephon for a long time now, and if she had learned anything, it was that there was no one else from Spira here that she knew yet. No one but her, as lonely as that was sometimes.
Gripping her staff close to her body, Yuna did her best to focus on other things as she traveled down the path. The sunlight filtered through the leaves in beautiful patterns that shimmered across the forest floor, and she turned her face upwards to catch a few of the sun’s rays that managed to break through the gaps between trees. She wondered if this place bore any resemblance to the Macalania Woods, but she still couldn’t recall enough of her journey to say one way or the other. Truthfully, Yuna was so frustrated at this point by her inability to recall most of her pilgrimage. She had encountered enough clues by this point to conclude that she had finished her journey, and she had been desperately hoping that something would emerge to spark her memory.
But however far she traveled and however many people she met in this world, nothing had quite pushed her far enough yet.
Yuna had been traveling along the path for a few hours, and she was just considering stopping for a water break when she heard the sound of soft sobs in the thicket of trees to her left. Freezing to a halt, Yuna briefly considered the possibility that it was another illusion--Kuja had warned her that the forest sought to lure people off the safety of the path after all--but it was so different than anything else she had encountered so far. The forest had been attacking her with her memories (perhaps it was a reaction from pyreflies like in the farplane back home?) but she couldn’t ever remember hearing a man cry like what she was hearing.
Even if it was a trick, Yuna couldn’t ever ignore the possibility of someone in trouble.
Steeling herself, Yuna threw herself off the path, lifting her skirt so it wouldn’t catch on the underbrush as she stepped between the trees. It felt darker out here, and far more sinister. No light could breach the trees this far out, and she heard the calls of beasts and fiends that she had somehow remained blissfully unaware of while she had been on the path. The crying had ceased, so Yuna gripped her staff tighter and followed a direction on instinct until she finally stepped into a clearing and found herself facing a boy with extremely distinctive blue hair. Gasping, Yuna took a step back and pressed a hand to her mouth as her eyes skipped between that styled hair and his open robes that exposed the tattoos on his chest.
“Maester Seymour,” she finally managed to breathe once the shock had worn off of seeing a familiar face. Remembering her manners, she brought her hands together in the traditional Yevon prayer before bowing deeply to him. Still, as she stared at the forest floor, she couldn’t help but think that something was wrong. His cheeks were rounder than she remembered, and his body smaller.
Even more concerning, seeing his face had struck her with as much dread as a bucket of cold water poured over her face, but the way her fingers trembled on her staff made no sense to her. Maester Seymour had been nothing but courteous to her and her guardians on the pieces of her pilgrimage that she could remember. She owed him the respect due to him as a Maester of Yevon, even if her instincts were urging her to run in the other direction.
“I’m so glad to have found you,” she said instead, creeping closer from across the clearing. “I’ve met others from Spira, but...no one that I knew. Not even my guardians.” She gave him a small smile before finally catching how red his eyes were. Her concern immediately spiked. Had he been the one crying?
“Are you hurt?” Yuna forgot her unease in favor of crouching down next to him. “I know that...your white magic is better than mine. But please. Let me help.”
Yuna had to shield her eyes against the sun that was facing her as a figure appeared on the horizon. It was hard to make out many details in the bright light, but she visibly perked up and rose to a standing position when it became impossible to miss that head of long, blond hair. It looked like one of the Dragonblade leaders would be joining her after all, which Yuna was secretly pleased about. While she wouldn’t have minded another member, she was definitely closest to Caius and Celes.
“Caius!” Yuna waved at her friend to get his attention once he was close enough to the stables, and she greeted him with a quick hug after leaning up on her tiptoes when he approached. She hoped it wasn’t too awkward, and her own action made her blush a little, but really, bowing felt far too formal with Caius at this point. They’d been on enough missions together.
“I’m glad you got my message. I guess this will be our first job together in a while.” She tactfully didn’t mention how badly the last one with the Original Sin had ended up--they had talked through their feelings about Darlene at that restaurant in Provo after all. There was no need to constantly revisit it. That would only make Caius feel bad.
“I don’t mind at all,” she said with a smile when he expressed that picking up Vordun would require a detour. “He’ll make the journey shorter in the long run, and I kind of miss seeing him. I bet he’s huge by now. She hoped what Darlene had done to him hadn’t left a scar--it had been a bad wound that had taken several cure spells as she recalled.
After making sure that she had both her staff and her dagger from Celes, Yuna set off down the path, following Caius’ lead as they went to go pick up the dragon. As they walked, she decided to broach the facts of the current job with him.
“What did you think of the letter?” She asked thoughtfully. “Merchants not returning from the coast...It could be monster activity. I just hope it’s not bandits again.” She wouldn’t put it past the Original Sin to be robbing the supply lines and bleeding Torensten dry, but it also felt too...obvious for them somehow. They were usually better at avoiding detection from the Torensten nobles than this. It didn’t quite feel like their group to Yuna, but she still wanted to see what Caius thought. He had the most experience with them, after all.
Yuna trying to gloss over how snooty Kuja got there.
I will live with my sorrow
Kuja questioned the fact that Sin was frequently reborn, which Yuna supposed was completely reasonable for someone who had never been to Spira before. “...The church believes that Sin is our punishment. For building huge cities that ran on greed and machina. They say that it will go away once we have properly atoned.” Yuna’s voice slipped into her professional summoner persona for a moment, and she determinedly did not say her own opinion on the matter. Truthfully, she had never questioned the Church of Yevon’s logic before until that moment on the boat when Tidus had asked her if it was really that bad. Did humanity deserve to suffer and atone? Yuna was no longer so sure.
Kuja seemed a little disappointed when Yuna tried to turn the spot-light onto him, which left her a little taken aback. Didn’t people usually enjoy talking about themselves? He went off on a smooth speech before she could really question, and she tilted her head in surprise at his description of black magic being rare.
“Really? It’s not particularly rare on Spira, though it does require a lot of study…” Yuna was suddenly worried that maybe that sounded too dismissive so she was quick to add on a compliment. “It’s amazing to have mastered Flare though. And especially if it’s so rare where you’re from…”
Thankfully, Kuja seemed content to talk about the theater, and the pure passion in his eyes had Yuna giggling a little, though her smile faded when he seemed to legitimately disparage Zephon for not being up to his standards.
“Perhaps you can work on building up their theaters then. To help make the world what you want it to be,” she suggested gently before pausing to consider Kuja’s question about her interests. Truthfully, that wasn’t a question that she was used to being asked. Perhaps it was best to just explain why.
“I do love to dance. It has so much history, between the aeons and the old gods…” Yuna smiled faintly, adjusting her grip on the staff that she held in front of her. “We used to have the things you talked about. Theaters, concerts, bigger sporting events. But when a lot of people start to gather…” Yuna hesitated, deciding that Kuja was quick enough to fill in the blank there. “Well. Spira’s a little short on fun these days. So I’ve actually really enjoyed my time here. At least until someone finds a way for all of us to go back.” She paused to give Kuja a slightly more teasing smile. “Or to travel to each other's. Maybe someday I’ll even get to see one of your plays.”
Faris shared a few more details of the day that he was picked up by pirates, and Yuna frowned slightly at the description of a small boy clinging desperately to a piece of driftwood in the ocean. It really was a miracle that he'd survived, though a small smile did tug at her lips when Faris said that it was nothing to pity. He was very confident in who he was, and Yuna did have to respect that even if her opinion of stealing was low.
“You’re incredibly honest. I do have to give you that,” Yuna commented with a faint smile. He could have just let her continue to think that he was a normal sailor after all, so she was grateful that he had shared the entire truth about who he was. Yuna wasn’t sure that even she had been that forth-coming, but it was nice to be able to take his profession into consideration when thinking about what she wanted to do next. Logically, the best thing to do would have been to thank him for the fun time and depart for home, but despite his illegal activities, she liked Faris. She wanted to see more of him, and leaving in disapproval wouldn’t exactly turn him away from piracy anyway. Yuna needed to know more about him to figure out what would actually be effective.
Or, at least, that was why she rationalized to herself that she was encouraging him. Yuna had a feeling the actual reason had a lot more to do with the beautiful way that he’d painted sailing the sea together in her mind. Or the way that the candlelight flickered across his lavender hair.
Faris seemed both thrilled and amused that she’d agreed, grinning as he explained that he had a sailboat that needed two people to run it.
“The perfect amount of people then.” Such a small vessel was almost unheard of on Spira, since you needed a large crew to defend against Sin. She was a little excited to see how a small boat like that operated, even if being alone on a date was far more intimidating than being in a group like this.
Faris posed the question of when she wanted to go, and Yuna paused, glancing at the empty shot glasses in front of her. Truthfully, she was doing much better than she had been with either Ardyn or Bartz, but the alcohol in her system still coaxed her forward. Would she be bold enough to agree in the morning? When the whiskey was gone and the memory of Faris’ excited eyes had faded? She hoped that she’d still have the courage, but the possibility that the reality of running off with a pirate would be too overwhelming prompted her next words.
“Well you did promise me a sunset…” That would be hard to see in the morning, wouldn’t it?
