Macalania Wood is known as one of the most beautiful, most serene places in Spira. Crystals glimmer on every branch, pools of water like lustrous gems collect under huge, blue trees.
Yuna couldn’t admire its beauty. She was barely affected by the gentle wind, the soft music of the water. Her heart was broken, the remnants barely enough to keep her going.
She put one foot in front of the other, following her guardians, tears gently dripping down her face.
“Oh- oh, yes,” Yuna says with a nod of her head. She doesn’t say that they have the wrong idea, that her promise to Ti- him, was to not go to Zanarkand. To not sacrifice herself.
That gets her two shrewd looks, but they don't say anything further on the matter.
She brightens considerably, trying to move the subject along. "Are you heading towards Gagazet? Maybe we could travel together!"
They share a look. "We appreciate the offer, and good friends do make a journey swifter, but it may not be the wisest."
Yuna’s face falls a little. “Yes. You’re right. Joining a summoner’s group can be more dangerous than its worth sometimes.”
"We don't worry for ourselves, Lady Summoner," the fiend says, voice quiet enough that it would be easy to miss as Auron speaks.
"I wish you luck, Lady Summoner," the woman says, not standing, but moving her hands through the motion of the prayer.
Yuna’s lips breaks out into a relieved and grateful smile as she performs the prayer back. “Thank you. It may not mean anything, but it is comforting.”
The days walk is long and fraught with danger. By the time they stop for the night, the group is exhausted.
“Rest.” Even Auron seems tired.
Aten settled close to her again, trying to provide some comfort again. (He doesn't, really, remember what being tired feels like, not outside the ember-deep exhaustion of having fought too-hard and too-long.)
Yuna holds back from threading her hand through Aten’s fiery form.
“I should summon Ifrit for you,” she says sleepily.
"Sorry, Aten. Yuna wouldn't be so tired if she weren't constantly attacked."
Aten gives the impression of a startled blink. "I- it's not- it's fine? Really? And it's not- her- your? fault?"
Then he flinches slightly away from Auron. "I, uh- sorry, sir."
He flinches again, tries to make himself smaller. "Sor-" Cuts himself off as he realises that that sounded like Auron didn't want him to apologise. Vibrates anxiously.
"It makes me think that your former summoners did not understand their roles. Did you have no good summoners?"
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