Last one for the morning, I swear! :D This one sprang out of nowhere, pestering me to let it be depicted. You gotta wonder, is this a reunion of Yuna and Baralai? :p Context is up to imagination, but it does have its relevance.
XXI.
Familiarity
{Déjà vu's bitter goodbye, Destiny is right around the corner}
Yuna dashes the bustling streets of Luca, panting, bumping into unsuspecting people and apologizing profusely, searching fervently in the vicinity for any sign of Tidus. She had seen him in the crowd while delivering her speech, his dirty blonde hair, sun-kissed skin, a white hoodie, short-sleeved shirt, and trousers– He was there. He was in the audience!
The docks are relatively empty; children play tag and race each other, waving the strings of their balloons, shrieking in laughter, and passengers are trickling onboard their ships, preparing for embarkment. As the moving crowd disperses, so does her energy and wishful thinking. Yuna stops to catch her breath, ashamed of her silly, desparate delusions, disheartened by her hapless efforts. Tidus can't be gone, just like that. He can't be. Not after all that he's done for Spira... not after all that has happened between us...
"Let's go, Mother. The boat is about to leave." Her ears perk at the familiar, nostalgic term of endearment, a name Yuna neglected to use since her mother's passing, feeling envy bubble in her heart towards someone she doesn't even know. Lifting her crestfallen eyes, Yuna spots a teenaged boy escort his parent in direction to their vessel. Tilt of the face, a distant smile– it's him!– she gasps in divine elation and sprints to touch him, grab his shoulder, jerk him around to acknowledge her. Consternation and disappointment drowns her ecstatic voice– this boy is not Tidus– as incredible dejection suffocates her heart.
Yellow sunlight gleams from his platinum hair, highlighting it gold in contrast to Tidus's bleached style; how his long bangs frame his olive face, the skin too dark to be tan. His eyes don't hold the ocean, but the liquid color of burnt wood. His shirt is not bright and yellow, but a moody blend of colors, such as violet, teal, orange, and indigo, resembling Bevelle's fashion for adolescents. Shorts are a light grey, not of black leather and uneven length. He is not a complete stranger, however, a friend of an enemy at worst, her guardian angel at best.
A young man in service to Seymour Guado (until the point of his untimely death), who offered her counsel and companionship in that short, dismal period of her captivity at the hands of her villainous husband. He infiltrated the wedding as a servant, blessed Yuna with her confiscated staff, and prayed for her success and ultimate escape. Another individual who made a huge impact, albeit inconspicuous, on Spira's fate.
"Hello, Lady Yuna. We meet again."