FFX. Kimahri. 059 Food.
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dagas_isaTitle: Guado Hospitality
Fandom: FFX
Rating: G
Characters: Kimahri, Yuna, Seymour
Word Count: 1303
Summary: Kimahri is unsure of this new food, and this new culture.
Guado Hospitality
"May the blessings of Yevon be upon us."
Jyscal led the prayer at Guadosalam's Calm Celebration. Temple players hired out from Macalania provided background music, a stately composition heavily underlined by a bass drum. A celebration, yet somber.
Many guests attended, all the Guado and at least fifty others, mostly pilgrims searching for loved ones at the Farplane, now that High Summoner Braska had defeated Sin, but also important officials from the nearby temples, and even a couple of Al Bhed, who wanted to travel Spira while the moods were still high. Guado hospitality extended to everyone. And then, perhaps the biggest curiosities among everyone, the daughter of High Summoner Braska and the long-lost son of Lord Jyscal, now an accomplished summoner and newly-ordained priest of Yevon.
Kimahri tried to look blank and hide his irritation every time someone else wanted to come and meet the High Summoner's daughter. As long as Yuna lapped up the attention, her face positively glowing with the fame and recognition bestowed upon her, Kimahri would try his best to endure.
The feast seemed made for human and Guado senses, not pleasing at all to someone used to the simplicity of Ronso life. Piles of tropical fruits and vegetables imported from as far away as Kilika and meats cooked in heavy sauces seemed to be the fare of the day. His hands felt too big to grasp the plates, and he held it awkwardly by the rim. And he stood at the pile of meat questioning whether to try the human food.
"Kimahri..." Yuna sounded almost angry, "Don't keep people waiting."
He looked behind him, humans of various shapes, sizes, and dress waited behind him, all with postures of impatience. Indignation came over him for a second, before he grimaced that feeling out of him. Shame, a feeling of smallness inside, even though his body towered over even the tallest Guado. He lowered his eyes as he took a slice of meat, lupine from the smell of it, and quietly went to his assigned place. Yuna on his left and some human to his right.
Yuna followed him, berating him for his lack of etiquette. "Kimahri, you shouldn't take food with your hands. That's kind of gross."
He promised to remain submissive. The truly giant could withstand anything. "Kimahri sorry. Kimahri not know much about parties."
Yuna giggled. "You're silly!"
The man sitting on the other side of Yuna chimed in, "Perhaps not, Lady Yuna," he said. Seymour Guado, the son of Lord Jyscal and one of the reasons such a large banquet was being held, seemed to have taken an interest in Yuna. But not Yuna, Kimahri grimaced, the daughter of the High Summoner. It was the exact difference between respecting a Ronso as a friend and warrior and respecting him because he is the son of the Fight-Master. "You see, Ronso do not have the same culture or contact with others as the humans or Guado do."
"Why not? They live in Spira, right?"
Seymour smiled, and Kimahri took a bite of the meat. The same sensation, a slimy texture and a cloying sweetness Kimahri could not quite taste but could captivate a human. "Yes, the do, but Mount Gagazet is far removed from the outside world. You know, I was a summoner once. And I spent one night among the Ronso clan."
"Really?" Yuna seemed fascinated by his stories.
"Yes. I traveled with my mother to Zanarkand, and the Ronso held a ceremony in our honor. They sang and dance, and they did take meat with their bare hands."
"Was Zanarkand really all lit up at night?"
"No, no. The city has long passed into ruins. But I did see wonders there, and learn of beautiful stories. Perhaps tonight, you will hear them. Who told you Zanarkand was lit up at night?"
"Sir Jecht did! My father found him at Bevelle right before he left, and we all spent time together saying our last goodbyes. And he told me about Zanarkand because he's from there."
Kimahri pretended to eat while listening to the conversation, and trying not to let the background of chatter and music get in the way of keeping Yuna safe. More dangers existed in Spira than fiends and Sin, his warrior training reminded himself.
"A man from Zanarkand. How wonderfully novel. Your father certainly was an interesting man. I believe my father is about to give a speech now."
Kimahri never turned his gaze completely away from Yuna as Jyscal stood at the head of the table.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. Guado, Human, and Ronso. Though many times life is bleak, tonight is not one of those times. For we are honored to have you all here with us while Sin sleeps. Tonight is the first night of the Grand Pilgrimage, where all of you have come to celebrate with your loved ones both in this world and the Farplane. Tonight, my own son has returned home to Guadosalam for the first time in ten years, now an accomplished summoner and acolyte at Macalania temple. And tonight, we happen to have two other very special guests. The Lady Yuna, daughter of High-Summoner Braska and her Ronso Guardian."
All attention turned towards Yuna and Kimahri, expecting something from one or both of them. "Stand up." Yuna whispered tugging on his hands. He complied. "Now bow and sit back down." He did, and the room turned its attention back to Jyscal.
Jyscal continued as if no one had committed a social sin. "And now, we shall start our evening of entertainment." He stood aside, and of all the guests, Seymour was the first to stand.
"Tonight," he said, in his airy, high-pitched voice, "I was going to tell a tale of Guado legend out of respect of my father's people, but in honor of the child sitting next to me, daughter of High-Summoner Braska, I shall tell a different tale. The tale of the Lady Yunalesca, the woman who gave Young Lady Yuna here her name. May she be as powerful as her namesake."
Seymour's tale seemed oilier than the meat, and both together made Kimahri's stomach unpleasantly heavy. Yuna listened rapt and it took the entirety of Kimahri's Ronso nature to prevent himself by grabbing Yuna by the wrist and leading her away from this place. They would leave as soon as it was polite, he decided.
"And the bond forged between Yunalesca and Zaon became a great love that defeated Sin. Legends talk of Yunalesca forging with Zaon and together calling up the first Final Aeon. Husband and wife fell through the air as Sin crumbled into many pieces. And that, my young lady, is the story of your illustrious namesake."
"What a wonderful story!"
The rest of the table seemed to agree, the cheers and clapping of all the guests drowned out the temple players. Kimahri clapped his hands to give the appearance of propriety and bowed. His hand though, slipped to Yuna's wrist catching her hand.
"Kimahri! Quit it." Yuna tried to pull her hand from his grasp.
"Kimahri not well. Guado food not agree with Ronso stomach."
Yuna shook her head. "Well, I'm having fun."
"If you are feeling ill, my Ronso friend," Seymour said, taking apparent interest in the whispered conversation, "You can leave Lady Yuna in my care tonight. I will bring her to her room when the party has ended."
It was Kimahri's turn to shake his head. "Kimahri is Yuna's Guardian. If Kimahri abandon Yuna, Kimahri does not deserve to be guardian."
"So be it." Seymour turned away from them and watched as the next storyteller took his place.
Kimahri spent the rest of his night watching Yuna and cursing the sickness that came from greasy food and greasy company.
Fandom: FFX
Rating: G
Characters: Kimahri, Yuna, Seymour
Word Count: 1303
Summary: Kimahri is unsure of this new food, and this new culture.
Guado Hospitality
"May the blessings of Yevon be upon us."
Jyscal led the prayer at Guadosalam's Calm Celebration. Temple players hired out from Macalania provided background music, a stately composition heavily underlined by a bass drum. A celebration, yet somber.
Many guests attended, all the Guado and at least fifty others, mostly pilgrims searching for loved ones at the Farplane, now that High Summoner Braska had defeated Sin, but also important officials from the nearby temples, and even a couple of Al Bhed, who wanted to travel Spira while the moods were still high. Guado hospitality extended to everyone. And then, perhaps the biggest curiosities among everyone, the daughter of High Summoner Braska and the long-lost son of Lord Jyscal, now an accomplished summoner and newly-ordained priest of Yevon.
Kimahri tried to look blank and hide his irritation every time someone else wanted to come and meet the High Summoner's daughter. As long as Yuna lapped up the attention, her face positively glowing with the fame and recognition bestowed upon her, Kimahri would try his best to endure.
The feast seemed made for human and Guado senses, not pleasing at all to someone used to the simplicity of Ronso life. Piles of tropical fruits and vegetables imported from as far away as Kilika and meats cooked in heavy sauces seemed to be the fare of the day. His hands felt too big to grasp the plates, and he held it awkwardly by the rim. And he stood at the pile of meat questioning whether to try the human food.
"Kimahri..." Yuna sounded almost angry, "Don't keep people waiting."
He looked behind him, humans of various shapes, sizes, and dress waited behind him, all with postures of impatience. Indignation came over him for a second, before he grimaced that feeling out of him. Shame, a feeling of smallness inside, even though his body towered over even the tallest Guado. He lowered his eyes as he took a slice of meat, lupine from the smell of it, and quietly went to his assigned place. Yuna on his left and some human to his right.
Yuna followed him, berating him for his lack of etiquette. "Kimahri, you shouldn't take food with your hands. That's kind of gross."
He promised to remain submissive. The truly giant could withstand anything. "Kimahri sorry. Kimahri not know much about parties."
Yuna giggled. "You're silly!"
The man sitting on the other side of Yuna chimed in, "Perhaps not, Lady Yuna," he said. Seymour Guado, the son of Lord Jyscal and one of the reasons such a large banquet was being held, seemed to have taken an interest in Yuna. But not Yuna, Kimahri grimaced, the daughter of the High Summoner. It was the exact difference between respecting a Ronso as a friend and warrior and respecting him because he is the son of the Fight-Master. "You see, Ronso do not have the same culture or contact with others as the humans or Guado do."
"Why not? They live in Spira, right?"
Seymour smiled, and Kimahri took a bite of the meat. The same sensation, a slimy texture and a cloying sweetness Kimahri could not quite taste but could captivate a human. "Yes, the do, but Mount Gagazet is far removed from the outside world. You know, I was a summoner once. And I spent one night among the Ronso clan."
"Really?" Yuna seemed fascinated by his stories.
"Yes. I traveled with my mother to Zanarkand, and the Ronso held a ceremony in our honor. They sang and dance, and they did take meat with their bare hands."
"Was Zanarkand really all lit up at night?"
"No, no. The city has long passed into ruins. But I did see wonders there, and learn of beautiful stories. Perhaps tonight, you will hear them. Who told you Zanarkand was lit up at night?"
"Sir Jecht did! My father found him at Bevelle right before he left, and we all spent time together saying our last goodbyes. And he told me about Zanarkand because he's from there."
Kimahri pretended to eat while listening to the conversation, and trying not to let the background of chatter and music get in the way of keeping Yuna safe. More dangers existed in Spira than fiends and Sin, his warrior training reminded himself.
"A man from Zanarkand. How wonderfully novel. Your father certainly was an interesting man. I believe my father is about to give a speech now."
Kimahri never turned his gaze completely away from Yuna as Jyscal stood at the head of the table.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. Guado, Human, and Ronso. Though many times life is bleak, tonight is not one of those times. For we are honored to have you all here with us while Sin sleeps. Tonight is the first night of the Grand Pilgrimage, where all of you have come to celebrate with your loved ones both in this world and the Farplane. Tonight, my own son has returned home to Guadosalam for the first time in ten years, now an accomplished summoner and acolyte at Macalania temple. And tonight, we happen to have two other very special guests. The Lady Yuna, daughter of High-Summoner Braska and her Ronso Guardian."
All attention turned towards Yuna and Kimahri, expecting something from one or both of them. "Stand up." Yuna whispered tugging on his hands. He complied. "Now bow and sit back down." He did, and the room turned its attention back to Jyscal.
Jyscal continued as if no one had committed a social sin. "And now, we shall start our evening of entertainment." He stood aside, and of all the guests, Seymour was the first to stand.
"Tonight," he said, in his airy, high-pitched voice, "I was going to tell a tale of Guado legend out of respect of my father's people, but in honor of the child sitting next to me, daughter of High-Summoner Braska, I shall tell a different tale. The tale of the Lady Yunalesca, the woman who gave Young Lady Yuna here her name. May she be as powerful as her namesake."
Seymour's tale seemed oilier than the meat, and both together made Kimahri's stomach unpleasantly heavy. Yuna listened rapt and it took the entirety of Kimahri's Ronso nature to prevent himself by grabbing Yuna by the wrist and leading her away from this place. They would leave as soon as it was polite, he decided.
"And the bond forged between Yunalesca and Zaon became a great love that defeated Sin. Legends talk of Yunalesca forging with Zaon and together calling up the first Final Aeon. Husband and wife fell through the air as Sin crumbled into many pieces. And that, my young lady, is the story of your illustrious namesake."
"What a wonderful story!"
The rest of the table seemed to agree, the cheers and clapping of all the guests drowned out the temple players. Kimahri clapped his hands to give the appearance of propriety and bowed. His hand though, slipped to Yuna's wrist catching her hand.
"Kimahri! Quit it." Yuna tried to pull her hand from his grasp.
"Kimahri not well. Guado food not agree with Ronso stomach."
Yuna shook her head. "Well, I'm having fun."
"If you are feeling ill, my Ronso friend," Seymour said, taking apparent interest in the whispered conversation, "You can leave Lady Yuna in my care tonight. I will bring her to her room when the party has ended."
It was Kimahri's turn to shake his head. "Kimahri is Yuna's Guardian. If Kimahri abandon Yuna, Kimahri does not deserve to be guardian."
"So be it." Seymour turned away from them and watched as the next storyteller took his place.
Kimahri spent the rest of his night watching Yuna and cursing the sickness that came from greasy food and greasy company.
