Author's Note: Thank you Musical Misfit, and Sephira for your reviews, they
mean alot! :) To answer your question, Misfit, Tidus and the others didn't
forget Yuna, the company was scattered in the Sanubia Sands, so I just took
that and applied it to the situation. Yes, it's AU, and I hope you'll see
later why. :)
DISCLAIMER: Yup, Ewan McGregor is my new cabana boy. And I don't own any of the characters.
The young woman pulled the threadbare blanket tighter around her, sensing the discreet glances from the warrior monks guarding her. The airship ascended quickly, with only a lurch as a telltale sign of the frigid climate outside. Yuna pushed dark strands out of her eyes, surveying the innermost chamber of the ship.
The crisp, ready looks of the Guado reminded her of the Besaid Crusaders, ready and willing to serve for their cause. Yuna felt a pang of sorrow at the memory, and the fate they shared at Mushroom Rock. She glanced over at Kyota, only to see him gazing at the warrior monks if he felt the same, looking at their eager faces. A questioning look flickered over her face, and the Guado captain looked away, a grimace masking his features.
The summoner glanced down at her torn robes. Even if Seymour would see her again, she would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her unravel with an arch of his brows. It seemed everyone, including Lulu, distrusted him the first time he expressed his ideals at Mushroom Rock. The young woman blushed, remembering his comforting words of encouragement and hope.
Again the question rose, What did he want of her?
The ship glided over the smooth ice, coming to an abrupt stop from it's upward climb. The monks clustered around Yuna, immediately standing in formation. Yuna's resolve hardened as she suddenly felt hands circle around her arms, delaying any escape.
Kyota materialized out of the line of troops, nodding in affirmation. The warrior monks marched forward, quickly ushering Yuna from the cabin, the monk's grip tightening on her wounded arm. The young summoner flinched, pulling away. Kyota instantly snapped sharply. Immediately their grip loosened, and the young woman continued, confined, on their downward trek.
As Yuna was passed into the crystalline foyer, once again the melodic sound of wind softly whistling on snow echoed, and she silently breathed in the brisk, sweet scent of orchids. Exhilarated with their capture, the monks marched quickly down the slope, a deep feeling of inevitability racking through the young summoner with every step.
Finally, the procession halted at the entrance, the monks around her straightening at the presence of the priests of the opulent temple. Yuna closed her eyes, willing herself to breath. She didn't dare look at him.
"Maester Seymour," Kyota stated, "We have brought the summoner, Lady Yuna, to you on your command."
Crowds of Guado priests and devotees clustered thickly around the tall, robed figure. All were silent in apprehension.
Yuna shivered in revulsion, feeling Seymour's eyes on her, surveying her, evaluating her.
"Very well, Captain." The maester's strong voice rang clearly through the temple. The soft rustle of robes gliding on the floor reached the summoner's ears. She heard the discreet click of wood on ice, and realized the maester's weight leaning slightly on a staff - no doubt a remainder of the fight that had insued only hours earlier. Seymour descended the steps before the downcast summoner. The monks jolted her sharply, as if to make her pay tribute to their leader.
"Let her go." Seymour said quietly.
The hands left her arms abruptly, and the guards quickly returned to the ranks of their peers. Yuna froze, her eyes glued to the iced floor.
"Lady Yuna, as always, it is a pleasure to see you. You look surprised to see me - perhaps with the state I was in last, you would not be so favorable as to extend the same pleasure."
Yuna finally sought the older man's eyes. "The murder of Lord Jyscal is not a count easily forgotten, Maester Seymour."
Hushed whispers erupted around the two stony figures.
"Perhaps you do not understand the complexities of the situation - which will be discussed later. Until tomorrow, I welcome you to Macalania temple, where you will find accomodations fitted to your conditions. After we speak it will, of course, be your choice where you wish to go."
Seymour nodded briefly, and two monks adjacent him immediately moved to escort her to her rooms. Yuna flushed, regretting her rash words. Yet she didn't glance back at his lone form as he watched her leave the foyer.
DISCLAIMER: Yup, Ewan McGregor is my new cabana boy. And I don't own any of the characters.
The young woman pulled the threadbare blanket tighter around her, sensing the discreet glances from the warrior monks guarding her. The airship ascended quickly, with only a lurch as a telltale sign of the frigid climate outside. Yuna pushed dark strands out of her eyes, surveying the innermost chamber of the ship.
The crisp, ready looks of the Guado reminded her of the Besaid Crusaders, ready and willing to serve for their cause. Yuna felt a pang of sorrow at the memory, and the fate they shared at Mushroom Rock. She glanced over at Kyota, only to see him gazing at the warrior monks if he felt the same, looking at their eager faces. A questioning look flickered over her face, and the Guado captain looked away, a grimace masking his features.
The summoner glanced down at her torn robes. Even if Seymour would see her again, she would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her unravel with an arch of his brows. It seemed everyone, including Lulu, distrusted him the first time he expressed his ideals at Mushroom Rock. The young woman blushed, remembering his comforting words of encouragement and hope.
Again the question rose, What did he want of her?
The ship glided over the smooth ice, coming to an abrupt stop from it's upward climb. The monks clustered around Yuna, immediately standing in formation. Yuna's resolve hardened as she suddenly felt hands circle around her arms, delaying any escape.
Kyota materialized out of the line of troops, nodding in affirmation. The warrior monks marched forward, quickly ushering Yuna from the cabin, the monk's grip tightening on her wounded arm. The young summoner flinched, pulling away. Kyota instantly snapped sharply. Immediately their grip loosened, and the young woman continued, confined, on their downward trek.
As Yuna was passed into the crystalline foyer, once again the melodic sound of wind softly whistling on snow echoed, and she silently breathed in the brisk, sweet scent of orchids. Exhilarated with their capture, the monks marched quickly down the slope, a deep feeling of inevitability racking through the young summoner with every step.
Finally, the procession halted at the entrance, the monks around her straightening at the presence of the priests of the opulent temple. Yuna closed her eyes, willing herself to breath. She didn't dare look at him.
"Maester Seymour," Kyota stated, "We have brought the summoner, Lady Yuna, to you on your command."
Crowds of Guado priests and devotees clustered thickly around the tall, robed figure. All were silent in apprehension.
Yuna shivered in revulsion, feeling Seymour's eyes on her, surveying her, evaluating her.
"Very well, Captain." The maester's strong voice rang clearly through the temple. The soft rustle of robes gliding on the floor reached the summoner's ears. She heard the discreet click of wood on ice, and realized the maester's weight leaning slightly on a staff - no doubt a remainder of the fight that had insued only hours earlier. Seymour descended the steps before the downcast summoner. The monks jolted her sharply, as if to make her pay tribute to their leader.
"Let her go." Seymour said quietly.
The hands left her arms abruptly, and the guards quickly returned to the ranks of their peers. Yuna froze, her eyes glued to the iced floor.
"Lady Yuna, as always, it is a pleasure to see you. You look surprised to see me - perhaps with the state I was in last, you would not be so favorable as to extend the same pleasure."
Yuna finally sought the older man's eyes. "The murder of Lord Jyscal is not a count easily forgotten, Maester Seymour."
Hushed whispers erupted around the two stony figures.
"Perhaps you do not understand the complexities of the situation - which will be discussed later. Until tomorrow, I welcome you to Macalania temple, where you will find accomodations fitted to your conditions. After we speak it will, of course, be your choice where you wish to go."
Seymour nodded briefly, and two monks adjacent him immediately moved to escort her to her rooms. Yuna flushed, regretting her rash words. Yet she didn't glance back at his lone form as he watched her leave the foyer.