pyrefly promises [closed]
Water, it flows without concern for time, for space, for reason; its grace and perseverance lives without bounds, and the mysteries that lie just below the surface, intriguing, beguiling. Perhaps that’s why Yuna loved it so much.
The ocean waves crashed against her legs as she stared into the sunset.
One day.
That’s how's long it took for the Fayth to answer her fervent prayers. She could have sworn that sand still clung to the blood that had dried in the crevices on her knees.
It took so long.
Salt stung the abrasions with each wave, but she deserved it, needed it. Her prayers had been just enough to gain the Fayth’s partnership, but it almost seemed as if they were reluctant to trust her completely. How could she believe that she was worthy of their loyalty when she was so frightened of the future it meant for her?
“You are the daughter of Braska; if not a summoner, then what could you possibly hope to be?”
She pulled her hands to her chest, firmly pressing one against her heart.
What could she be, if not exactly what she had chosen to be in this moment?