#priestesspirate

[sunsent]

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[griefitself]

Grabs his staff to play with it. She is very young.

He is dressed down from his summoner’s robes. Bird-boned and frail, he looks like a normal man at home. He tries his best to look normal, because he knows Yuna’s life is not.

She reaches out to touch the staff and the tassels on it sway, clink against the metal and she giggles and he smiles. She is fascinated by the staff, by the feathers and the tassels and the way it catches the sun like fire.

He smiles sadly. He leaves by the end of the week. He goes to the Fayth tomorrow. Auron sits nearby, watches the two of them, and Braska flicks his hands, draws water from the sea nearby, and makes it spin in halos around his daughter, effortless in casting.

He’s tired already. He is. He just wants her to keep smiling.