The scene when Yuna performs the sending in Kilika is my favorite, so I just had to write about it.
Twisting and turning, she spun. Seemingly out of control, she slipped, but with a simple flick of her rod, she up righted herself and made it seem a part of the dance. Pyreflies floated all around her, their colors filling her eyes with their luminance. She had seen the villagers crying as she had stepped out onto the water, but as she started to dance she had lost their distinctive features, their faces becoming a blur to her eyes. All she could see was the colors; all she could hear was the song.
Hm hm hm hm hmmmmm.
The song filled her mind, and she was peaceful. The song had always made her feel calm, made her feel safe. With so much death and destruction around her, it was hard to find something like that. Suddenly, she raised her staff, and with a sweeping motion with it, and started to twirl. Some of the spirits didn't want to leave, but she would not force them. She would let them take their time, let them get used to the fact that they would never live again, never feel the sun on their faces, never walk through the forests or fields, never listen to the sounds of people conversing. Yuna felt the tears on her cheeks, but could not stop them. She could not stop them from flowing down her face and mixing with the water she was dancing on. She could not cry out, but inside, her heart ached. It ached for all the poor souls who died and as they rose around her, she could feel their sorrows leaving them. As they left them, they seemed to enter her, and she wept. As she made another turn, she slipped, but recovering again with her rod, she transformed the mistake into an art. As the rest of the pyreflies floated towards the heavens, she started to slow down. She could make out distinct shapes now. The smoldering wreckage that had once been the island Kilika. The mourners on the pier. Her heart went out for them, but knowing that she was making sure their loved ones would not become fiends…..she hoped it was enough. She hoped it was enough to help soothe the pain they must feel. All she had ever wanted to do was be a summoner. She knew what would come at the end; she knew what she had to do. She just hoped that would be enough. Turing once more, she stopped and walked sedately back to the pier. Making her way over to the mourners, she expressed her condolences in a hushed tone. Scanning the crowd, her eyes rested on her guardian, as the older woman approached her.
"I…I hope I did okay," Yuna stared at the floor.
"You did fine... but next time, no tears, hm?"
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