DISCLAIMER: Wish I owned them, but I don't . . . ::sigh::
J/K! :) I wouldn't know what to do with them if I did have them -- well I wouldn't say that . . . :) Auugh! Just on to the story!
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The dense mohogany doors closed softly, the heavy shudders dimly echoing through the crystalline high ceilings. Scarlet fire roared in the gently sloping fireplace, the smooth curves mirrored throughout the elegant room, subtly sensual. The sweet scent of lilies and orchids perfumed the air, reminescent of Seymour's cultured chambers in the Guado temple.
Yuna clutched her shoulders absently, wondering why Seymour would allow her to be lodged here, in this elegant room after what had happened in Macalania temple, what she had done . . .
"Lady Yuna?" The voice was instantly recognizable as Yuna turned in surprise and alarm.
"Captain Kyota -" She stammered.
"I did not mean to alarm you, my lady. I have come to bring you a message from Maester Seymour."
"So soon?" Yuna asked, exhaustion intent within her features.
Her expression was unique for one so young, Kyota thought absently, yet the underlying sarcasm was not missed. "Apologies, Lady Yuna." He replied, handing her a small slip of paper.
The young woman took it hesitantly, delaying the moment. "Why did he send you, a captain?"
"He trusted no one else, my lady summoner." The Guado replied, stoic.
Still cautious, Yuna opened the message.
'Lady Yuna:
It has been brought to my attention that over the past few months the disappearances of summoners has been steadily escalating, which I have recently learned is the fault of the Al Beid. For your safety, and my peace of mind, you will be kept in my company until it is deemed safe for you to return on your journey. I hope we may discuss this further tomorrow, in my quarters.
Sincerely yours,
Maester Seymour Guado'
Yuna folded the message, her usually gentle eyes shining with indignation. Yet again he had delayed the moment of truth by using the promise of his presence -
". . . How did you come by this information?" She asked softly.
"It was my men who supplied him with the information from Sanubia Sands."
She was silent for a moment.
"What will happen to the Al Beid now that the Guado have learned about the kidnapping?"
"Of course for the kidnapping and possible execution of any summoners, we will use the maximum punishment for such a treachery."
Yuna stiffened, her words stale as they left her lips. "What is the maximum punishment?"
"Death, my lady." Sensing her discomfort, Kyota paused, evaluating the young summoner. Outwardly she was lovely - stunning even - yet her features were contorted in an effort not to show (Kyota suspected) her true feelings.
"Do you feel pity for them?" He asked, his disbelief undetectable.
"No . . ." She trailed off, looking away.
Inexplicably, Kyota found he wanted to reassure her in some way. "That is, if we find their location, which in the Sanubia Sands, could be most anywhere."
Yuna paused, contemplating the information. " Thank you for this message, Captain - I am sorry if I have made you stay too long."
Kyota remembered himself, and assembled his face into the informal mask he usually wore, leaving the lavish quarters. He quickly closed the heavy door behind him, the summoner's face lingering in the Guado's thoughts as he exited the hall.
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Midday shadows fell over the young maester, his slightly frustrated air concealed by his cool demeanor. Anxious attendants gathered by the entrance, surveying the pastel room and the tall maester, pacing. The lavish quarters matched the beauty and elegance of those that the young summoner had stayed in - it was rare that their maester ever allowed even a summoner to be granted those apartments - only high priests of Yevon had been honored with the opportunity.
As if sensing their thoughts, Seymour glanced at the the adjacent doorway, quietly addressing the newly-arrived attendant.
"Has she sent word?" The accent was crisp, clear.
"She will arrive shortly, Maester."
Seymour turned toward the frosted windows, silent.
"Maester Seymour." A different, slightly younger voice spoke, seemingly to the Maester's back.
"Yes, Lieutenant." Seymour said quietly, his form still turned away.
Lieutenant Miaek stepped forward. "Maester, the decoy has been captured, and is currently being held in the Al Beid prison called 'Home'. We also currently have coordinates and directions as to where the prison is, so there could be a rescue mission for the summoners, as well as an attack on the Al Beid."
Seymour made his way over to a tray of Macalanian drinks. "Have you notified Kinoc as well?"
"Yes, and he is eager for a full-scale attack. He also wishes to know if all of your plans are going well."
The maester's mouth hardened. "The plans are going fine."
Miaek smiled, suddenly cocky. "I'm sure you'll have a fine time with your plans, Maester, if the summoner has anything to do with it."
Seymour simply looked at him, silent. The silence steadily grew until Miaek coughed, and exited quickly.
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J/K! :) I wouldn't know what to do with them if I did have them -- well I wouldn't say that . . . :) Auugh! Just on to the story!
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The dense mohogany doors closed softly, the heavy shudders dimly echoing through the crystalline high ceilings. Scarlet fire roared in the gently sloping fireplace, the smooth curves mirrored throughout the elegant room, subtly sensual. The sweet scent of lilies and orchids perfumed the air, reminescent of Seymour's cultured chambers in the Guado temple.
Yuna clutched her shoulders absently, wondering why Seymour would allow her to be lodged here, in this elegant room after what had happened in Macalania temple, what she had done . . .
"Lady Yuna?" The voice was instantly recognizable as Yuna turned in surprise and alarm.
"Captain Kyota -" She stammered.
"I did not mean to alarm you, my lady. I have come to bring you a message from Maester Seymour."
"So soon?" Yuna asked, exhaustion intent within her features.
Her expression was unique for one so young, Kyota thought absently, yet the underlying sarcasm was not missed. "Apologies, Lady Yuna." He replied, handing her a small slip of paper.
The young woman took it hesitantly, delaying the moment. "Why did he send you, a captain?"
"He trusted no one else, my lady summoner." The Guado replied, stoic.
Still cautious, Yuna opened the message.
'Lady Yuna:
It has been brought to my attention that over the past few months the disappearances of summoners has been steadily escalating, which I have recently learned is the fault of the Al Beid. For your safety, and my peace of mind, you will be kept in my company until it is deemed safe for you to return on your journey. I hope we may discuss this further tomorrow, in my quarters.
Sincerely yours,
Maester Seymour Guado'
Yuna folded the message, her usually gentle eyes shining with indignation. Yet again he had delayed the moment of truth by using the promise of his presence -
". . . How did you come by this information?" She asked softly.
"It was my men who supplied him with the information from Sanubia Sands."
She was silent for a moment.
"What will happen to the Al Beid now that the Guado have learned about the kidnapping?"
"Of course for the kidnapping and possible execution of any summoners, we will use the maximum punishment for such a treachery."
Yuna stiffened, her words stale as they left her lips. "What is the maximum punishment?"
"Death, my lady." Sensing her discomfort, Kyota paused, evaluating the young summoner. Outwardly she was lovely - stunning even - yet her features were contorted in an effort not to show (Kyota suspected) her true feelings.
"Do you feel pity for them?" He asked, his disbelief undetectable.
"No . . ." She trailed off, looking away.
Inexplicably, Kyota found he wanted to reassure her in some way. "That is, if we find their location, which in the Sanubia Sands, could be most anywhere."
Yuna paused, contemplating the information. " Thank you for this message, Captain - I am sorry if I have made you stay too long."
Kyota remembered himself, and assembled his face into the informal mask he usually wore, leaving the lavish quarters. He quickly closed the heavy door behind him, the summoner's face lingering in the Guado's thoughts as he exited the hall.
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Midday shadows fell over the young maester, his slightly frustrated air concealed by his cool demeanor. Anxious attendants gathered by the entrance, surveying the pastel room and the tall maester, pacing. The lavish quarters matched the beauty and elegance of those that the young summoner had stayed in - it was rare that their maester ever allowed even a summoner to be granted those apartments - only high priests of Yevon had been honored with the opportunity.
As if sensing their thoughts, Seymour glanced at the the adjacent doorway, quietly addressing the newly-arrived attendant.
"Has she sent word?" The accent was crisp, clear.
"She will arrive shortly, Maester."
Seymour turned toward the frosted windows, silent.
"Maester Seymour." A different, slightly younger voice spoke, seemingly to the Maester's back.
"Yes, Lieutenant." Seymour said quietly, his form still turned away.
Lieutenant Miaek stepped forward. "Maester, the decoy has been captured, and is currently being held in the Al Beid prison called 'Home'. We also currently have coordinates and directions as to where the prison is, so there could be a rescue mission for the summoners, as well as an attack on the Al Beid."
Seymour made his way over to a tray of Macalanian drinks. "Have you notified Kinoc as well?"
"Yes, and he is eager for a full-scale attack. He also wishes to know if all of your plans are going well."
The maester's mouth hardened. "The plans are going fine."
Miaek smiled, suddenly cocky. "I'm sure you'll have a fine time with your plans, Maester, if the summoner has anything to do with it."
Seymour simply looked at him, silent. The silence steadily grew until Miaek coughed, and exited quickly.
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