They settled in nicely at the house. They all talked for a long time catching up with her and all the lost time. Night soon came and Anima prepared her son for bed.

Her Father was nice enough to prepare a room just for Seymour, a tapestry of a map of Spira hung on the wall. A small lamp lit the room dimly and shadows danced on the walls as the flame inside flickered silently. Seymour climbed into the small bed and Anima pulled the covers over him, she tucked the blankets around him tightly and kissed him gently on the forehead.

"Do you like it here?" she whispered to him while sweeping his unruly hair out of his face. Seymour grasped the covers and thought for a moment.

"…Yes Mother, it's nice." He said quietly. Anima's eyes twinkled as she looked lovingly at her child. Pyreflies glowed outside the window faintly in the distance against the black sky dotted with sparkling stars.

"This is what I wanted for you," she said patting his head. "it's what you deserve, to be a part of a family that loves you. You are blessed to have this fortune come your way."

"Mother," Seymour said grasping her sleeve as she got up to leave. He had trouble trying to form the words he wanted to say.

"I want to…fight sin, for you. I want to become a summoner." He said looking at her with desperate eyes.

Anima said nothing but stared into his blue eyes. Seymour seemed scared and sad as he looked back at her. She sighed and clasped her hands together.

"I have faith that you will become that and so much more. I know you shall make me proud." She said with a clenched throat. A silhouette stood in the doorway backlit by the next rooms light. Anima's Father knocked gently on the door frame as he came into the room. He felt slightly uncomfortable, as if he was intruding, he cleared his throat gently.

"I uh," he started to say hesitantly. "I thought I'd come and share a bedtime story with Seymour."

"That sounds nice." Anima said gently. She turned to Seymour and gave a pleasant smile. "Good night Seymour." She said blowing a small kiss to him. Anima touched her Father's arm as she passed him. "Thank you." She whispered.

Anima did not retire to sleep yet but stayed up and walked out onto the porch to enjoy the night sky. It was a seldom sight in Guadosalam with the cover to all of the sky, and especially not visible in the dreary mists of Baaj. She inhaled the night air and looked up at the sparkling sky enjoying it.

"It is beautiful." She heard a voice from behind say to her. Anima was startled as she thought she was alone, she turned to see her sister Meena sitting in a chair wrapped in a blanket behind her.

"Sorry I didn't mean to startle you." Meena said giggling at her.

"That's alright," Anima said with a slight chuckle in her voice. She walked back over and took a seat next to her exhaling with relief. They both watched the night stars and listened to the sounds of the crickets.

"Anima, I've been wanting to ask you this for a while…" Meena started.

"What?" Anima said leaning forward in her chair.

"Well…I hope you don't think me to be rude for asking this. It's just I'm curious…" She said hesitantly.

"Yes what is it? Out with it." She said growing impatient with her sister's lack of words.

"How are…the Guado different from us? I mean, looking at your son they don't seem all that different at all."

"Well you have already seen how Seymour's features differ. If you had seen a full grown Guado you would see more differences. But there are some differences that cannot be seen. The Guado can smell things that we cannot: spirits, and emotions, they have a special connection with life, I have even seen Lord Jyscal speak with a tree in Macalania."

"A tree?" Meena said as if to laugh.

"Believe me, I thought he was mad. But it is something all the Guado do, it is a tradition in their culture that they are the keepers of Macalania woods, and in gratitude the woods repaid them by forming Guadosalam itself. Not a single tree was felled for the city as the woods made it for them from its own timber."

Meena sat on the edge of her chair listening intently. "Wow," she remarked. "That is…astounding." She said in awe. Meena started laughing to herself. Anima gave her a confused look.

"So that means Seymour will be able to smell how I am feeling?" she said giggling. Anima sighed at her sister.

"I don't mean anything bad by that, it's just a little funny, it will be for me later I'm sure." She said smiling.

"Let's go to bed Meena, I like to see the stars out, but it's late." Anima said taking one last lingering look at the stars.

Meena took Anima's hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Sister…" she said with a tender smile. They entered into the house and slept as the night wore and the Sun worked to rise to bring the next day.