There was something amorous in the way he longed for her. It was as if the world revolved around the essence of her being, the beauty of her contour, the hues of her persona. She was high summoner Braska's only daughter: a naive but determined soul. Her eyes lit up at instant sight of hope and her heart beat to its own content. As he became more observant of her presence, his intrigue grew to unimaginable lengths. Seymour never loved another in his life, save his mother. In his lonesome existence, his morbid philosophy of death as the eternal sleep for all had enveloped him into isolation. To think of another's touch upon his skin was far beyond reach, far beyond any real comprehension.

The first time he laid eyes on Yuna was when he got off his maester's ship in Luca, to see the blitzball tournament. Although he was disappointed to see her for only a short while, he was confident of their meeting a second time. It was not until the happenings of Operation Mi'ihen that he finally had a chance to speak and spend what seemed like seconds with the young summoner. After that day, there was something inside him that changed.

Something he could not articulate just yet.

The sky was cloudy and restless. She walked toward the edge of the cliff and looked out amid the slate sky, pondering thoughts of the operation in hopes of an unforeseen victory. The sound of the ocean breeze below surrounded her senses, and made her feel as if she were the last person in Spira. As she began to worry about the operation, her thoughts faded into the view of the roaring waves below. She stared blankly into the open horizon, as her mind wandered away from Sin's deadly threat and over to the peaceful calm of the water.

"In such dark times, the peril of Sin seems somehow erased from my memory. It is as though the breezes of the sea bless one with hope."

She was caught by total surprise, as she looked over at the figure that stood beside her. There was a calm reassurance in his presence and even though she was still trying to fathom the thought of anyone coming here at this time and place, he showed no sign of response to her shock. For a maester of Yevon, he was surprisingly cool in his manner of approach, and she could do nothing but stare in curiosity and wonder at him.

He was exceptionally handsome for someone born half Guado, half human. His physique was lean and he stood stall amid everyone in length. His cerulean hair surrounded his masculine contour, and his eyes were the color of the sky, although their depth was immense. There was tragedy in those eyes and it seemed as if she realized some part of that in her mind, as she looked at him. Beside appearance, his nobility, progressive lineage, and mere presence seemed majestic to her. High maesters never walked among common people, not even summoners, but there was something different about Seymour, something strangely mysterious.

As she began to ponder all the curiosities in her head, she suddenly snapped herself out of it and began to think of what he had just said to her. It was intimidating to have him at her attention, especially at this moment in time when she still found herself in confusion at a response.

"I think it is so, your grace. I believe there's hope in this operation and even if it fails... I know the people of Spira tried in their best efforts to destroy Sin. They will not be forgotten."

She quickly averted her eyes to the ground once she realized how long she had been starring at the young maester. Her sight then trailed into the horizon, as she looked back at the pale sky. She did not notice his attention until she began to feel an awkward tension in the silence that enveloped them. She then began to feel his penetrating stare. If it were not for his being a maester, she would have excused herself from this uncomfortable post.

Just as she began to take in a deep breath, he spoke.

"You are Spira's ray of light, Lady Yuna. You should never lose hope of what is set in your heart. At this moment in time, you are Spira."

He still kept his eyes to the distant clouds that were in view and it was a while before he turned to look at her. While she stared aimlessly out into the sea again, it seemed as if a light began to fade in her translucent eyes. The reflection of the fading clouds shone the sparkles on her face, and her eyes seemed of the deepest shades of turquoise and indigo. She stood as still as a stone pillar, and let the swift ocean breeze brush past her pearl skin.

He seemed unable to withstand her emotional apprehension in her silence and turned to face her. He looked at her while she still faced the sea, and gently took her hand into his. She suddenly looked at him in question, completely taken back by his actions, but stood still at all costs. He could feel her flinch at his cold touch, but held her hand as gently as possible.

This was not what she expected, and there was something strange about it. She ignored her speculation for the mean time and remained silent, waiting for whatever came next. Then, in a tone barely heard by anyone standing feet away, the maester spoke with encouragement as he stared hard at the young summoner.

"You must not lose your vision for the blessing of another calm again, Yuna. If it be so, then choose your path to inspiration. As did Lady Yunalesca with Lord Zaon."

She looked at him in utter confusion; it seemed a whirlwind of events had occurred before she had the chance to let it all sink in. She blinked twice and attempted to flash out whatever shock was left as she stared into the eyes of the maester. Just as her foggy view came into clear focus, she could see the form of a smile on his face as he looked at her. He seemed confident of something she did not know. What in Spira was he talking about? It was too much to fathom and before she could muster a response, there was still more to it.

In a last attempt to keep her attention, he raised her hand until it was at a distance between his chest and hers and said, "Let me be your pillar of strength."

Author's Note: There have been modifications and additions to this story as I begin to build with a new motive, so bare with me as I try and pull something off between Yuna and Seymour.

Kudos to reviews.

Disclaimer: The characters, locations, customs, and anything else pertaining to the game belong to Square Enix and everyone who contributed to the making of this great RPG.