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dagas_isaTitle: Preparations for the Rainy Season
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Kimahri, Yuna
Word Count: 1099
Rating: G
Summary: Kimahri and Yuna arrive on Besaid.
Author's Notes: I got them to Besaid, all without having Kimahri commit infanticide! Yays!
Autumn was the busiest time. Always on Gagazet, the Ronso prepared for their Winter. Now, Biran would lead the young warriors in the largest hunt of the year, stocking up on meats to be smoked and preserved for when Gagazet's snow would not let them pass to find prey. The camps would be fortified, and fuel gathered to keep bonfires burning all through the darkest night and to the dawn.
Though the climate was as warm and wet as Gagazet was cold and dry, Kimahri had the same impression when he stepped off the boat. Cargo, building supplies, quantities of weaving supplies and other imports, had taken up more than their normal share of space, so much that most of the passenger cabins had been filled with boxes, and even Kimahri and Yuna had shared accommodations with two wooden crates.
The cargo demanded the most attention, as the dockworkers unloaded everything, and the Ronso and his charge were left on their own to figure their path.
"This is Besaid, Kimahri?" Yuna turned around, eying the sea, the jungles, and the beach in turn.
Kimahri nodded. "This is Yuna's new home."
"It's kinda quiet, isn't it? Killika had lots and lots of people on the docks."
A slight breeze came by, heavy with the language of scent. Clouds heavy with rain waited for the rainy season to start. Salt air from the other coast gave Kimahri a measurement, and from somwhere before that a village, small yes, but lively with preparations for autumn.
"Besaid's people live inside island, not by sea." Kimahri pointed to a little crevice between two bluffs. "Road goes through there."
"Take me to the village," and almost as an afterthought, "Please." She grabbed his hands and they started walking across the beach, the sand an unpleasant grit between his feet.
Fortunately, the jungle dirt absorbed the sand from the beaches, and the cool dirt of the path made a welcome change of pace. Yuna seemed to disagree, walking slower and slower. Undergrowth disguised a cave, and tracks from fiends lined the trails. Though, Kimahri thought, they seemed to be in slumber right now.
"What happens when we get to the village?" Yuna still walked as the snail did, so much that Kimahri could document inch by inch where the edges of the jungles transformed into a wall of falling water.
"Temples will accept Yuna as their child. Yuna will learn ways of her people, and grow strong."
"That's what I was doing in Bevelle. Why did we have to go so long?"
"Yuna's father think Besaid better?" As a last resort to her patience Kimahri swept her up to his shoulders, letting her see the world from up high.
"It's quiet here. Something always happened at Bevelle. There was this one time when I thought it would be the boringest day ever because Sammu stole bread from the kitchen and led the whole temple in the chase and that's all that happened. But all that's happened here is some guys are unloading boxes."
Kimahri shook his head. "Yuna not seen Besaid yet. Look first." Kimahri pointed to the village at the bottom of a distant slope. Specks of people went about their business, though not as many as in a Ronso village. And that, to Kimahri, was the first bit of strangeness. Preparing for a hostile season, he understood, but he had always thought of humans as numerous, more than Ronso, but here in this little place, Kimahri imagined otherwise.
If their arrival on the beach had caused little notice, their entrance into the village caused a great stir. Some disappeared into the shells of their houses only to come out with more people, who gaped as they walked up the temple. A boy, perhaps a little older than Yuna ran ahead to the temples calling out, "Mister Summoner! Mister Summoner!"
The Besaid elder greeted Yuna then Kimahri with a low bow. "Welcome to this humble village of Besaid." He turned to the little boy who still jumped around for attention. "Chappu, give our guests some space."
Yuna, who had demanded to be let down from his shoulders as soon as Kimahri reached the village, bowed in return, and her hand tugging on Kimahri's arm hinted that he do the same. "It is a privilege, Master Summoner. My name is Yuna, and I would be honored if you would welcome me into your temple. And this is Kimahri the Ronso. He brought me here from Bevelle."
The man looked down upon her and smiled. "Father Zuke will do just fine, Yuna. I'm afraid we were not told to expect such a charming young girl and her Ronso friend. But, I'm sure arrangements can be made for you. But what about your friend."
"Kimahri?"
"Kimahri made promise to bring Yuna to Besaid. Kimahri done filling promise. Kimahri go when Yuna settled."
Father Zuke looked up, as if making notes upon the wind. "All right then, we will give you a bed in the Crusader's lodge until we have set up something more permanent for our Miss Yuna here. Be warned though, since it's the Calm, most of Besaid's Crusaders are here training instead of fighting for Sin."
"Kimahri understan--" Yuna's wailing cut him off, so loud and strong, much louder than her tears at Bevelle, louder than the ones on the Thunder Plains or Killika. Her voice became an alarm that warned the villagers of a difficult time. Yuna, one moment, the self-assured temple-bred child, turned into a little girl clinging to Kimahri's left leg, squeezing so tight that he could hardly move with her extra weight.
He almost wondered if the threatening rains had started, but no, the only water streamed down Yuna's cheeks in a sloppy show of tears. The sky remained the same sickening blue-green-gray.
He knelt down as Zuke watched and brushed back her tears. "Yuna, be strong like Ronso. Dry tears and do not be afraid."
"But you're leaving me Kimahri...how can I be like a Ronso?"
Father Zuke interrupted before either could continue. "Perhaps, if you are not busy, you should stay with Yuna. The village would welcome you, if you are worried about that."
Kimahri looked at Besaid, and heard her message on the wind. Her children were not as hospitable as Father Zuke seemed eager to point out, but the jungle would welcome him into the family, if he could not find a place among the humans.
"Kimahri will stay."
Yuna's tantrum cleared up immediately, as Kimahri and possibly Zuke had sensed it would.
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Kimahri, Yuna
Word Count: 1099
Rating: G
Summary: Kimahri and Yuna arrive on Besaid.
Author's Notes: I got them to Besaid, all without having Kimahri commit infanticide! Yays!
Autumn was the busiest time. Always on Gagazet, the Ronso prepared for their Winter. Now, Biran would lead the young warriors in the largest hunt of the year, stocking up on meats to be smoked and preserved for when Gagazet's snow would not let them pass to find prey. The camps would be fortified, and fuel gathered to keep bonfires burning all through the darkest night and to the dawn.
Though the climate was as warm and wet as Gagazet was cold and dry, Kimahri had the same impression when he stepped off the boat. Cargo, building supplies, quantities of weaving supplies and other imports, had taken up more than their normal share of space, so much that most of the passenger cabins had been filled with boxes, and even Kimahri and Yuna had shared accommodations with two wooden crates.
The cargo demanded the most attention, as the dockworkers unloaded everything, and the Ronso and his charge were left on their own to figure their path.
"This is Besaid, Kimahri?" Yuna turned around, eying the sea, the jungles, and the beach in turn.
Kimahri nodded. "This is Yuna's new home."
"It's kinda quiet, isn't it? Killika had lots and lots of people on the docks."
A slight breeze came by, heavy with the language of scent. Clouds heavy with rain waited for the rainy season to start. Salt air from the other coast gave Kimahri a measurement, and from somwhere before that a village, small yes, but lively with preparations for autumn.
"Besaid's people live inside island, not by sea." Kimahri pointed to a little crevice between two bluffs. "Road goes through there."
"Take me to the village," and almost as an afterthought, "Please." She grabbed his hands and they started walking across the beach, the sand an unpleasant grit between his feet.
Fortunately, the jungle dirt absorbed the sand from the beaches, and the cool dirt of the path made a welcome change of pace. Yuna seemed to disagree, walking slower and slower. Undergrowth disguised a cave, and tracks from fiends lined the trails. Though, Kimahri thought, they seemed to be in slumber right now.
"What happens when we get to the village?" Yuna still walked as the snail did, so much that Kimahri could document inch by inch where the edges of the jungles transformed into a wall of falling water.
"Temples will accept Yuna as their child. Yuna will learn ways of her people, and grow strong."
"That's what I was doing in Bevelle. Why did we have to go so long?"
"Yuna's father think Besaid better?" As a last resort to her patience Kimahri swept her up to his shoulders, letting her see the world from up high.
"It's quiet here. Something always happened at Bevelle. There was this one time when I thought it would be the boringest day ever because Sammu stole bread from the kitchen and led the whole temple in the chase and that's all that happened. But all that's happened here is some guys are unloading boxes."
Kimahri shook his head. "Yuna not seen Besaid yet. Look first." Kimahri pointed to the village at the bottom of a distant slope. Specks of people went about their business, though not as many as in a Ronso village. And that, to Kimahri, was the first bit of strangeness. Preparing for a hostile season, he understood, but he had always thought of humans as numerous, more than Ronso, but here in this little place, Kimahri imagined otherwise.
If their arrival on the beach had caused little notice, their entrance into the village caused a great stir. Some disappeared into the shells of their houses only to come out with more people, who gaped as they walked up the temple. A boy, perhaps a little older than Yuna ran ahead to the temples calling out, "Mister Summoner! Mister Summoner!"
The Besaid elder greeted Yuna then Kimahri with a low bow. "Welcome to this humble village of Besaid." He turned to the little boy who still jumped around for attention. "Chappu, give our guests some space."
Yuna, who had demanded to be let down from his shoulders as soon as Kimahri reached the village, bowed in return, and her hand tugging on Kimahri's arm hinted that he do the same. "It is a privilege, Master Summoner. My name is Yuna, and I would be honored if you would welcome me into your temple. And this is Kimahri the Ronso. He brought me here from Bevelle."
The man looked down upon her and smiled. "Father Zuke will do just fine, Yuna. I'm afraid we were not told to expect such a charming young girl and her Ronso friend. But, I'm sure arrangements can be made for you. But what about your friend."
"Kimahri?"
"Kimahri made promise to bring Yuna to Besaid. Kimahri done filling promise. Kimahri go when Yuna settled."
Father Zuke looked up, as if making notes upon the wind. "All right then, we will give you a bed in the Crusader's lodge until we have set up something more permanent for our Miss Yuna here. Be warned though, since it's the Calm, most of Besaid's Crusaders are here training instead of fighting for Sin."
"Kimahri understan--" Yuna's wailing cut him off, so loud and strong, much louder than her tears at Bevelle, louder than the ones on the Thunder Plains or Killika. Her voice became an alarm that warned the villagers of a difficult time. Yuna, one moment, the self-assured temple-bred child, turned into a little girl clinging to Kimahri's left leg, squeezing so tight that he could hardly move with her extra weight.
He almost wondered if the threatening rains had started, but no, the only water streamed down Yuna's cheeks in a sloppy show of tears. The sky remained the same sickening blue-green-gray.
He knelt down as Zuke watched and brushed back her tears. "Yuna, be strong like Ronso. Dry tears and do not be afraid."
"But you're leaving me Kimahri...how can I be like a Ronso?"
Father Zuke interrupted before either could continue. "Perhaps, if you are not busy, you should stay with Yuna. The village would welcome you, if you are worried about that."
Kimahri looked at Besaid, and heard her message on the wind. Her children were not as hospitable as Father Zuke seemed eager to point out, but the jungle would welcome him into the family, if he could not find a place among the humans.
"Kimahri will stay."
Yuna's tantrum cleared up immediately, as Kimahri and possibly Zuke had sensed it would.
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Date: 2006-11-13 06:23 am (UTC)I love so many small things about this chapter. The realistic touches of the Ronso village preparing for winter. Sharing accomodations with crates, as if they were fellow passengers. Yuna's snailwalking. The change from sand to dirt. Young Chappu's enthusiasm. The unexpected appearance of Father Zuke, a character that intrigues me. Yuna's dignified greeting transforming into real terror at Kimahri's departure, a canon moment treated deftly. Kimahri's quiet understanding that the villagers might not accept him, but the jungle would. This whole section seems exactly right.
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Date: 2006-11-15 03:06 pm (UTC)Sand 'between' his feet? Should it not be sand 'beneath' his feet or 'between' his toes?
Crusaders do not fight 'for' Sin but 'against' it.
Yes, the telling details are delightful, just as Auronlu says. You have a knack for making the surroundings come alive. May I say I did not expect such endless patience from Kimahri. I would not blame him if he took Yuna's face off. Of course he would later regret it, but I would have such a feeling of release reading such a scene. ;)
Lovely work, as usual.