Final Fantasy X: Kimahri Ronso. 045. Moon.
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dagas_isaTitle: Magic Moon
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Kimahri, Yuna
Rating: G
Word count: 853
Summary: Macalania Woods has a strange effect on people.
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fanfic100. A continuation of Yuna and Kimahri's first journey from Bevelle.
Yuna slept on his shoulders as Kimahri exited the city limits of Bevelle. All the better, Kimahri thought, the sun wouldn't be up for a few more hours, so Kimahri had a few hours of peace before his charge woke and he had to listen to her chatter.
Civilization dried up nearly immediately, melting into a pale-frosted forest, and Kimahri let out a breath he'd been partially holding all the time in Bevelle. The hornless had started his duty, the child slept peacefully on his shoulders, he would fulfill his promise for the dying man, though Kimahri knew he wandered somewhere.
Branches seemed to reach out to touch Kimahri while still warning him to keep his distance. Danger lurks here, they said to him, Do not linger here.
Had he not been roaming and searching the entire day before, Kimahri would have moved quickly from the seductive forest, but Yuna's weight on his shoulders added to the days events made him long for a little sleep.
The scent of water brought Kimahri to a natural spring and an overnight camp. A blanket and her moogle doll would make a decent bed for Yuna, and Kimahri himself needed little more than solid ground to get a satisfactory nap.
Careful not to wake her, Kimahri set up her bedding near a sheltered outcrop of trees, making sure to hide her from any wandering fiends before he took his own rest just in front of her. He sat, knees gathered to his chest as he forced himself into the warrior's sleep. Both eyes focused on the bare sliver of the moon above and lulled Kimahri into a meditation the bridged the gap between alertness and slumber.
Kimahri couldn't tell how many minutes or hours passed when the blue butterfly landed on his nose or whether it really existed outside his mind. The legs of the insect tickled his nose, causing Kimahri to lift his paw to swipe at it. The moonlight reflected in the butterfly's wings distracting his eyes to the forest beyond them.
His body rose from its crouch, and for a moment, Kimahri's mind stayed behind, watching his body leave the spring and walk forward into the woods. The one glance he fit into the time before his mind followed his body reassured him that Yuna was indeed safe.
Fallen branches, so ancient and close that Kimahri wondered if time had fused them together, made a terrestrial path through the woods. Above him, it seemed as though the stars had descended to pave a path around the treetops. The butterfly rose to the higher path, and the Ronso followed, giving no thoughts to the world below.
Every dip and detour the butterfly took, Kimahri followed. For this moment, body remained separate from mind, and all the Kimahri mind could do was watch and trail the errant Kimahri body. No horn, small form he chanted to himself as he saw for the first time what all the other Ronso had seen what they had jeered him.
Kimahri...Kimahri wasn't his form though, or else he would walk the sparkling road and not see himself. Kimahri was this awareness, and if the body were smaller and weaker, could his mind not gain strength through service.
Do his duty. Do what the others asked of him. Strong. Silent. Submissive.
The butterfly stopped at a sphere embedded in one of the treetops, and his mind and body stood next to each other as a bird-man appeared before him.
"The end starts tonight, the burden you carry will be responsible for many things that will happen in the future. Much magic will die for her mission, but the woods will gladly sacrifice what they have." A flick of the wrist, and the gleaming sound of the harp, and the person disappeared in a burst of twinkling shards.
"Kimahri..."
At the sound of the voice, Kimahri returned to consciousness. Trance ended. Mind rejoined body. Yuna stood at the spring, one hand rubbing the sleep from her eyes, while the other carried her doll. "Where are we? Did you sleepwalk?"
"Kimahri did not sleepwalk"
"Are you sure? Because I kept calling your name, and you didn't wake up. Shelli at the temple sleepwalked, and she was exactly the same way."
"Kimahri sorry he did not hear Yuna." Taking Yuna's hand in his, Kimahri walked down to the ground, suddenly feeling the need for his feet to dig into actual ground. They walked in silence to the encampment, as perfectly undisturbed as it had been when they arrived.
"It's so pretty here. I wish we could stay." Yuna said, as she sat back down on her blanket.
Kimahri shook his head. "Besaid Island."
"But what if Besaid isn't as pretty?"
"Besaid will be pretty if Yuna wants it to be."
"Oh." The girl curled up on her blanket, seeming to accept Kimahri's answer to her question.
Kimahri took his former place on the outcropping, and prepared to go back into the warriors sleep, when her voice interrupted him.
"Do you think there will be butterflies there, too?"
Kimahri hoped not.
In other news, the third batch of FFX-2 is up on this post.
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Kimahri, Yuna
Rating: G
Word count: 853
Summary: Macalania Woods has a strange effect on people.
Author's Notes: For
fanfic100. A continuation of Yuna and Kimahri's first journey from Bevelle.Yuna slept on his shoulders as Kimahri exited the city limits of Bevelle. All the better, Kimahri thought, the sun wouldn't be up for a few more hours, so Kimahri had a few hours of peace before his charge woke and he had to listen to her chatter.
Civilization dried up nearly immediately, melting into a pale-frosted forest, and Kimahri let out a breath he'd been partially holding all the time in Bevelle. The hornless had started his duty, the child slept peacefully on his shoulders, he would fulfill his promise for the dying man, though Kimahri knew he wandered somewhere.
Branches seemed to reach out to touch Kimahri while still warning him to keep his distance. Danger lurks here, they said to him, Do not linger here.
Had he not been roaming and searching the entire day before, Kimahri would have moved quickly from the seductive forest, but Yuna's weight on his shoulders added to the days events made him long for a little sleep.
The scent of water brought Kimahri to a natural spring and an overnight camp. A blanket and her moogle doll would make a decent bed for Yuna, and Kimahri himself needed little more than solid ground to get a satisfactory nap.
Careful not to wake her, Kimahri set up her bedding near a sheltered outcrop of trees, making sure to hide her from any wandering fiends before he took his own rest just in front of her. He sat, knees gathered to his chest as he forced himself into the warrior's sleep. Both eyes focused on the bare sliver of the moon above and lulled Kimahri into a meditation the bridged the gap between alertness and slumber.
Kimahri couldn't tell how many minutes or hours passed when the blue butterfly landed on his nose or whether it really existed outside his mind. The legs of the insect tickled his nose, causing Kimahri to lift his paw to swipe at it. The moonlight reflected in the butterfly's wings distracting his eyes to the forest beyond them.
His body rose from its crouch, and for a moment, Kimahri's mind stayed behind, watching his body leave the spring and walk forward into the woods. The one glance he fit into the time before his mind followed his body reassured him that Yuna was indeed safe.
Fallen branches, so ancient and close that Kimahri wondered if time had fused them together, made a terrestrial path through the woods. Above him, it seemed as though the stars had descended to pave a path around the treetops. The butterfly rose to the higher path, and the Ronso followed, giving no thoughts to the world below.
Every dip and detour the butterfly took, Kimahri followed. For this moment, body remained separate from mind, and all the Kimahri mind could do was watch and trail the errant Kimahri body. No horn, small form he chanted to himself as he saw for the first time what all the other Ronso had seen what they had jeered him.
Kimahri...Kimahri wasn't his form though, or else he would walk the sparkling road and not see himself. Kimahri was this awareness, and if the body were smaller and weaker, could his mind not gain strength through service.
Do his duty. Do what the others asked of him. Strong. Silent. Submissive.
The butterfly stopped at a sphere embedded in one of the treetops, and his mind and body stood next to each other as a bird-man appeared before him.
"The end starts tonight, the burden you carry will be responsible for many things that will happen in the future. Much magic will die for her mission, but the woods will gladly sacrifice what they have." A flick of the wrist, and the gleaming sound of the harp, and the person disappeared in a burst of twinkling shards.
"Kimahri..."
At the sound of the voice, Kimahri returned to consciousness. Trance ended. Mind rejoined body. Yuna stood at the spring, one hand rubbing the sleep from her eyes, while the other carried her doll. "Where are we? Did you sleepwalk?"
"Kimahri did not sleepwalk"
"Are you sure? Because I kept calling your name, and you didn't wake up. Shelli at the temple sleepwalked, and she was exactly the same way."
"Kimahri sorry he did not hear Yuna." Taking Yuna's hand in his, Kimahri walked down to the ground, suddenly feeling the need for his feet to dig into actual ground. They walked in silence to the encampment, as perfectly undisturbed as it had been when they arrived.
"It's so pretty here. I wish we could stay." Yuna said, as she sat back down on her blanket.
Kimahri shook his head. "Besaid Island."
"But what if Besaid isn't as pretty?"
"Besaid will be pretty if Yuna wants it to be."
"Oh." The girl curled up on her blanket, seeming to accept Kimahri's answer to her question.
Kimahri took his former place on the outcropping, and prepared to go back into the warriors sleep, when her voice interrupted him.
"Do you think there will be butterflies there, too?"
Kimahri hoped not.
In other news, the third batch of FFX-2 is up on this post.
