@hariola
大召喚士 A cool breeze, lifted from the sea, moved through the small village. Shadows of the nearby dying bonfire, silent, played against the ground. The embers were the last of the night’s light, now a dull glow. A sliver of moonlight grew; its reflection danced across the water. And the gentle sound of the distance surf came and went along the breeze.
The night was clear and the air was warm. The village, though now grown quiet, still felt alive. It was just as he remembered it. Nothing had changed since then aside from the people who lived there. And for that, he was silently grateful. The wish, somehow, seemed selfish. In a world without Sin, did the people of Besaid not wish for change? Even so, he hoped they didn’t in some ways. And somehow, he imagined--- even if they did--- the island would never become another Bevelle, regardless.
He breathed a quiet sigh of relief at the thought. Everything smelled like the sea.
He wanted that time, this place, to remain alive forever.
He sat there, quiet, for a long time. If anyone passed, they chose not to bother him. It’s best, they thought, to leave the High Summoner in peace. Was Yuna treated much the same? She was family here, in a way. He imagined it would be different.
Yet even so, departing that place must have pulled at her heart the same as it had in his own, perhaps even more so. It was a beautiful place and its people as warm as its sands. It was the essence of why they fought.
The sound of footsteps drew him from his thoughts. And blinking in the low-light, he shifted where he sat and turned around. A smile, soft yet laced with gentle humor, greeted her.
“ Don’t worry--- ”, he teased, subtle laughter in his voice. He bowed his head. “ I won’t stay up too late, I promise. ”
