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[attr=class,bulk] Celes looked like this wasn’t quite what she was expecting, and Yuna felt bad that she had immediately dragged her into a mess. The blonde woman’s face seemed to set when she saw the injured man on the table though, and she straightened up into an official-looking posture. Yuna could suddenly easily picture the General that the woman had used to be—though the closest thing that Yuna had to compare that to was the leader of the Crusaders. Spira didn’t really have any wars amongst its people anymore after all. Only against Sin.
Celes pointed out that the man’s leg should really wait, and Yuna bit her lip as she considered the odd angle that her patient’s shin made against the table. “Well…yes, it’s not the important thing. I was just worried it would heal wrong with all the curative magic and we’d have to rebreak it later.” Maybe he wasn’t as stabilized as he could have been for something as painful as a leg reset though. Perhaps it was good that Celes was coming in with fresh eyes while Yuna was still comparing him to how badly he had looked when he had first been carried through her door. “Maybe a rebreak isn’t so bad under the circumstances though. You’re right, thank you for the input.” She gave a slight bow in the woman’s direction as a sign that she respected the advice before she started to follow her lead in cleaning off her hands. She had washed them before she had first begun with him of course, but clearly her hands had gotten more than a little bloody since then.
While she was drying her hands off on a fresh towel, Celes asked some entirely practical questions given the technology of the region, and Yuna hated that she didn’t have a better answer for her. “I know a transfusion is what a hospital here would do for him, but…I’m not trained to do so.” Her head tipped forward a little in embarrassment so that her hair could cover her face. She really hadn’t had very many one-on-one conversations with Celes yet—Caius had been her main contact for the Dragonblades—so it was more than likely that the ex-General just hadn’t heard much about Spira or what Yuna had done before coming here. “Machina…that is, technology was forbidden in my world. We relied on healers and summoners. There were no doctors.”
Maybe the casualties from Sin would have been fewer if Yevon had permitted research or tools for surgeries, but no one had ever really questioned it. Yuna certainly hadn’t until she had seen what Zephon was capable of in the field of medicine. Now it was just one more thing for her to look back on and feel bitter about.
“Magic is all I can do for him. I’m sorry.” Yuna forced a smile before she moved over to the head of the table to give Celes room to join her this time. She knew that the blond woman was skilled in both magic and a blade, so she welcomed the assistance. “I’m glad you’re here though. I don’t get the chance to see you very often.” Yuna murmured another Curaga spell over the man, hoping that she wouldn’t end up having to send him. It was like this often when someone was caught up in Sin’s attack though. Sometimes you could only do so much when the damage was already done. “We’ll have to talk soon when we both have a minute. I hope it isn’t urgent…”
[attr=class,bulk] The boy introduced himself as Gau and offered her a grape, which made Yuna laugh a little behind her hand. It was really incredibly sweet of him to offer her one when he was hungry. It was just that they were currently being stared at in outrage by the farmers that he had taken the grapes from, and he didn’t seem to have a care in the world about that. Maybe he was used to scavenging and just taking food wherever he could find it. Part of Yuna wanted to refuse the grape out of politeness to the farmers, but really, they weren’t likely to sell it now that it had been picked off the vine. And it did look delicious…
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” Yuna said with a smile, taking the grape from him and popping it in her mouth. “You have good taste. I think you found the best booth.” He really did—it was one of the sweetest grapes she’d ever had, and she shot a slightly apologetic smile towards the farmers around them before she was startled into paying attention to Gau again.
He had taken a bite of the pumpkin cinnamon roll that she had offered him, but that wasn’t the problem. He had leaned forward and taken a bite directly out of it while leaving it in her hands. Yuna stared at him for a moment before laughing as he thanked her around a mouthful of food. “Really, you can have it!” After the second bite, she gently took one of his hands and placed the remainder of the pastry in his palm. She was starting to strongly suspect that he had been left alone in the wilds for a long time. Maybe it had something to do with his mouth full of sharp teeth. They were a little shocking, but there were lots of different species of human around. Yuna herself was half Al-Bhed, so she wasn’t one to judge. A lot of people were quick to judge though, and she hoped that wasn’t the case with Gau.
Before she could ask the boy anything else though, the whole misunderstanding with the produce competition happened, and Yuna was left at a bit of a loss for words. “I think he must be desperate,” she murmured to Gau as the man thrust the clipboard into her hands before hurrying off to put out his next fire. “Wait, you didn’t explain the rules-!” Yuna tried to stop the festival employee, but he was already out of the tent, so she ended up just sighing and glancing down at the papers on the clipboard. They contained all the entrants in the competition, and part of Yuna was desperate to refuse. The other part hated disappointing anyone though, and Gau seemed up for it by commenting that free food was free food.
“Well, you have a point there. And I did want to see the judging…” Her lips quirked upwards in a faint smile as she glanced over at him. They were around the same height now that they were both standing, and she wondered if they were closer in age than she had originally thought. “What do you think? Should we start with fruit since we’re already over here?”
[attr=class,bulk] Yuna had spent quite a bit of time at the Torensten Dragonblade headquarters when she’d first arrived in Zephon. It was a bustling place, filled with adventurers and swords and the sounds of men training out in the yard. While Yuna rather liked the large space and greatly admired what Caius and Celes had built up, she’d never been able to help feeling…a bit out of place. Despite everything that she’d accomplished on Spira, she didn’t pretend to be a great warrior, and she’d never trained seriously with any weapons outside of a staff. It wasn’t in her nature to admit it, but the imposter syndrome had hit hard while she was there, so she was grateful that they believed in her enough to give her the chance to shape her own space for the Dragonblades in Provo.
Her work here so far had been much more heavily focused on healing and search and rescue, since those were her specialties. She’d started building up quite a reputation around the poorer areas of the city, since she charged much less than most healers or hospitals in the area. Sometimes Yuna didn’t have the heart to charge someone at all, but Caius and Celes didn’t need to know that part. Still, it all amounted to a steady stream of work that she enjoyed most days. She liked helping people after all.
Today was not one of the good days unfortunately.
There were three people waiting for their turn in her lobby—one had a broken arm, one appeared to have been silenced somehow if all their gesturing was any indication, and the third was a frog—complete with a tiny version of a cloak—that had hopped inside and taken up residence on a chair. Yuna felt particularly bad for that person and hoped that she could get around to using a quick Esuna on them soon. For now though, she was currently in a back room trying to stabilize a man who had been mauled by a behemoth. Really, he should have been in surgery, but his wife had tearfully explained that they didn’t have the gil for that sort of thing, so Yuna had consented to doing what she could.
It was around her dozenth Curaga spell that she heard the bell over the door that signaled someone else’s arrival. Sitting back, Yuna pushed back her sweaty bangs with her forearm and considered the injured man in front of her. His wounds were at least closed up at this point, so she thankfully couldn’t see any bones or internal organs anymore, but his scars were likely to be terrible if he pulled through. Biting her lip, Yuna thoughtlessly wiped her hands off on her skirt and briefly pulled back the curtain a few inches just enough for her to slip through and greet her new patient.
“I’ll be right with you! If you could just take a sea-” Her words trailed off at the sight of the familiar tall woman standing in the doorway. “Celes?” The blonde general was dressed like she was ready for battle at any moment, but that was possibly just how she chose to walk around town. It seemed in character for her, and despite Yuna’s exhaustion, she beamed at the sight of her visitor. “Oh, I didn’t know you were coming! I would have made up the guest room.” It was at this point that Yuna became aware that she had accidentally wiped off her bloody hands on her skirt instead of on a towel before coming out. The two other people in the waiting room were staring at her, and the frog gave an anxious croak before she realized her mistake.
“Oh! I’m sorry!” Quickly stepping back into the other room, she pulled the curtain closed behind her. “Actually, Celes! I could use your help with something.” While she waited for the woman to join her, Yuna dug through her cabinet of supplies and emerged with an ether. Prying out the cork, she quickly downed the sweet liquid while barely even grimacing at the taste. She lived on ethers these days.
Once Celes was in the room with her, Yuna set down the bottle and looked up at her with innocent, dichromatic eyes. There was also a streak of blood on her cheek. “Do you think you could hold him down while I set his leg?”
[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?”
[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.”
[attr=class,bulk] Yuna’s words seemed to have brought some comfort to Prompto, and she was happy to see that. It had been part of her job as a summoner to bring hope to the people, but she was a little worried that she had grown rusty at it lately. She was only a healer now, and a mercenary at that. It wasn’t a bad life of course—not by any means. Yuna loved the freedom that Zephon gave her compared to Spira, but there were aspects that she missed. There were even parts of her old self that she missed.
She wondered what her guardians would think of her now.
The ferris wheel car stopped at the platform down below, and Yuna smoothed down her skirt as she disembarked past the carnival workers. Prompto made a joking comment about what a ride that had been, and Yuna laughed a little sadly before looking over at him. “Sorry. I guess that was more honest than people usually get when first meeting.”
The event was as loud and boisterous as ever, and while Yuna had been excited to try all the rides and food stalls before, she was getting ready to call it a night now. Their conversation had been important, but it had still been emotionally draining. She only hoped that Prompto felt the same way and wouldn’t be offended. Their night together hadn’t exactly been the fun date that she had expected, but she still liked him and felt like the evening had been exactly what both of them needed.
Prompto seemed to be on the same page as he stepped back and said he was glad they had met. He seemed nervous again for some reason, and he tripped over his words a little, which confused Yuna until he referred to her as pretty. Her cheeks felt a little hot at the compliment—boys from Spira weren’t usually so forward, but that’s what she’d always liked about Tidus. It clearly didn’t come as naturally to Prompto as it had to the blond Blitzball star, but he was clearly trying, and she smiled at him when he finished.
“...I’d like that. You seem really fun to be around, and I’m sorry this got so serious. I’m glad it happened though.” Yuna wasn’t sure she really did light-hearted anyway, so if Prompto was okay with that, then she was more than willing to give him a second date. As long as she didn’t think too hard about another blond man that she’d left behind in the Farplane on Spira.
“Oh! You’ll need to know how to find me,” she realized, digging through her bag for a moment before coming up with a pad of paper and a pen. In neat and tiny lettering, she listed out two addresses for him, explaining them as she went. “The top one is the Dragonblade’s headquarters here in Torensten. It’s where you can find Caius. I hope he can tell you something about Noctis…” The second one was a little more embarrassing, and her cheeks turned pink as she explained it. “This one is where I live. Come see me if you’re in Provo. I run a smaller offshoot of the Dragonblades there, but it’s more focused on healing jobs than traditional mercenary work.”
Yuna ripped off the page and handed it to Prompto before smiling up at him. “Have a good night, Prompto.” Feeling bold by how deep their talk had gotten, she stood on her tiptoes to plant a light kiss on his cheek, but she hurried on her way before she could really even judge what his reaction had been. If she dwelled too long on it, she was worried that she’d think of Tidus.
[attr=class,bulk] Yuna hadn’t really known what to expect from a Harvest Festival, but the celebration was so elaborate that it left her at a loss for words. Even after being on Zephon for so long, she still got nervous when too many people crowded into one place. She knew logically of course that Sin didn’t exist here, but she still couldn’t stop herself from occasionally glancing up towards the western sky since it was closest to the coast. Maybe someday she’d be able to relax in a big city, but that day wasn’t today.
Still, there were so many things to eat and experience that Yuna was enjoying herself in spite of everything. She’d heard tale of the produce competition from the woman manning the apple cider booth, and Yuna hadn’t been able to resist the possibility of seeing a pumpkin that was twice her size. By hurrying, she was able to snag a spot inside the field where all the wagons were gathered shortly before the judging was supposed to begin. The scope of the competition seemed incredible to Yuna—there were clearly farmers from every corner of Zephon, and she spent a lot of time examining everything from shapely Sonoran potatoes to strange sweet fruits the size of her head grown in Torensten. Everything looked so mouth-wateringly delicious that Yuna had to stop and buy a pumpkin cinnamon roll from a nearby stall before continuing.
It was while she was peering into a tent that had some juicy-looking grapes out on display that Yuna noticed the child. His hair was a strange shade of green, and she almost mistook him for a large mammal at first from the way he was bent over. He looked a little dirty and rough around the edges—though Yuna preferred to think of it as him particularly enjoying the outdoors—and her heart went out to him when he snuck his fingers between a few sets of legs to snag a grape.
Yuna skirted around a few people to approach the teenager before kneeling down next to him. Her skirt would probably get a little muddy in the knees, but she didn’t mind. “Hi, I’m Yuna. Those do look really good, don’t they?” As an offering, she held out the pumpkin cinnamon roll that she’d just bought from the stall outside. “Are you hungry? You can have this.” She smiled at the boy, intending on asking him if he needed help once he’d warmed up a little, but a loud voice cut through the chatter around them before she could get around to it.
“You two! You look like you have what it takes! Are you farmers?”
Startled, Yuna looked up to see an official-looking man with a clipboard and a brown pinstripe suit looming over them. “Oh no, we’re just visiting you see and-”
“You’re both kneeling in the dirt like you know the earth well, and that boy has excellent taste, just excellent. I suppose you’re his mother?”
Yuna turned a rather dark shade of red considering she wasn’t nearly old enough for that, but the man ignored her sputtering and started aggressively shaking both of their hands. “You’re exactly who I need to step in and judge this competition.”
“I’m…sorry, what? Are we qualified for that?” Perplexed, Yuna stared down at the boy next to her to see if he had any opinions on the matter.
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto affirmed that he didn’t believe what Ardyn had told him, but it seemed almost more important to him that Noctis hadn’t believed it either. He put a lot of stock into his friend’s opinion. Yuna could sense how close the two must have been, and she hoped that Prompto would be able to find his friends soon. Or at least that he had more luck with them than she’d had with her guardians. She’d only managed to find one so far and-
No. No, she couldn’t dwell on Kimahri now or she’d break down in the middle of her date. That wasn’t where Yuna wanted this night to end even if they’d settled on some serious topics. Too serious for a first date probably, but it was more honest than the stereotypical flirty banter. Somehow she preferred it, and she wasn’t sure what that said about her. Maybe she didn’t even know how to have a good time anymore. If she ever had.
In response to her story, Prompto said they shouldn’t feel guilty about trying to kill Maester Seymour and that maybe more people should have tried. Yuna didn’t quite know what to say to that. He didn’t know the nuances of course—that the Maesters were incredibly powerful and well-respected, or that she sometimes wondered what would have happened if her guardians had never found Lord Jyskal’s sphere. Would things have been different if their hand hadn’t been forced into killing Maester Seymour? Or would it have still ended in a forced marriage and the blue-haired man attempting to use her to become the next Sin?
“Maybe,” she ventured with a sad smile, but she was grateful when he turned the conversation back to Ardyn. He broached that not being able to do anything about the red-haired man had just made him feel small, and that was a good way to put it. She’d often felt small when gazing up at Sin and the destruction that the creature had caused, but learning the truth about Maester Seymour and the temple’s teachings had just hurt. It could be hard to open your eyes when reality was so much more painful than the comfort of lies that had been told to you for your entire life.
Prompto seemed nervous and upset again, so Yuna did her best to lean back into the conversation. He was worrying about how everyone was fairing back home, and she nodded sympathetically when he asked her opinion. “No, I…feel the same way. Caius told me a little about what your world was like before. I’m sorry you had to leave in the middle of that.” He’d told her a lot about the world of ruin actually, but Prompto would find out soon enough that her friend was a thorough and entertaining story-teller. “My world was dangerous, but it was stagnant and had been like that for a long time. I was working to change it, and…truth be told, I never really expected to survive. So building a normal life in a mostly peaceful world has been hard.”
Her plan had always been to die facing Sin, but that would never be the case anymore. She’d made that choice even before coming to Zephon back when they’d faced Yunalesca. She’d vowed then that she would stop putting her faith in hopeless cycles.
“It isn’t impossible though,” she reassured Prompto, smiling as she looked down at the carnival grounds again. The ferris wheel was descending around the circle now, and she thought they’d be disembarking soon enough. “You have to put your faith in the people you left behind, and trust that they’ll continue where you left off until we can find a way home. And don’t worry, there’s more than enough problems here if you don’t think you can just sit back.”
[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…”
[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.
