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Final Fantasy X. Kimahri Ronso. 078. Where?
Title: The Places He Meets
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Kimahri Ronso, Yuna
Prompt: Where?
Word Count: 1056
Rating: G
Summary: Ronso believe that places have consciousness.
Author's Notes: No spoilers, I don't think.
Ronso know the mountain lives. Ronso speak to her, and she speaks back. She cradles the Ronso, protecting them from outsiders. But even as she protects them, she smothers them, keeping her children fearful of the vast world.
Kimahri defied the mountain. Like a petulant child, he walked away to the world his people feared. The landscape he saw from afar rushed to greet him. Kimahri felt overwhelmed at the sorrows and joys of the land, so different from his stoic mother, whose icy temper was her only chill reprimand.
Kimahri adopted human friends on his journey. Not only human friends. Kimahri also adopted the places as his friends. He feels their favors and hears the stories they tell to anyone who ever sets foot across them. Kimahri's human friends never hear them, but Kimahri opens his eyes and his ears to listen to the meanings lost to the busy.
The Calm Lands greeted Kimahri on his first steps away from his mother, and on his last steps back into her fold. His wide openness inspired Kimahri to seek freedom the first time through. When Kimahri returned with Yuna and her friends, he felt the price of that freedom. Short dried grasses barely covered the many scars from the battles waged at his expense. Kimahri nearly cried for him, though soon his suffering will end.
Kimahri never smelled a place so exotic as Macalania and her forest. She encourages love to flourish under her sparkling canopy, just as her distant coolness freezes the unwary, while providing the source of her very allure. Without a lover, Kimahri contented himself with watching elusive butterflies to dance and bob; yet others surrender to the mystery she promises.
One by one, landscapes fade into another, yet the Thunder Plains remain distinct. Kimahri feels the lightning strikes through his blood and rattling his teeth. The Thunder Plains don't invite Kimahri to live like the mountains or the jungles, but Kimahri feels kinship with the wild land nonetheless. The lights inspire him to go harder to push through the adversity and to respect the forces that lie outside his power. With all his experiences with powerful black magic, Kimahri never found any wielded with such nonchalant power.
Overall, the land of the North remain true to their selves. They accept no domestication from their human settlers. South of the Moonflow, the road cuts deeper, and the lands choose to work with their human caretakers, rather than take arms and fight. Villages interrupt fields of generous earth, who give greatly and expect nothing but fresh life in return. They bite back occasionally, as Ronso rebel against their mountain, but they remain obedient.
Even where the rocks resist the carving of roads, they still provide natural pathways for cautious pilgrims. The fiends always seemed weaker, perhaps because the pyreflies that formed their bodies came from people who did not struggle as much as the northerners. Or perhaps the warming climate made them sluggish and relaxed, as it made Kimahri.
Civilization waxes as he nears Luca, and like the grasses around them, small villages sprout, and people, as much a part of the land as the chocobos who graze here, or the occasional bunch of small flowers. Kimahri cannot separate him from the surroundings, like he does with the others. They belong to these stretches of dry road and fields like Ronso belong to the mountain, even if none of them understand this right now.
For all that it's a city, Luca too has it's character. For a young man, of any race, alone, it offered temptation. Sport, gambling, drinking, fighting. With Yuna in his care though, Kimahri feels like a Ronso mother watching over pups when two warriors get into a fight. Luca is a friend for Kimahri to enjoy alone or in the company of his peers, not one to introduce a small girl.
Of all the places, Kimahri fears the ocean the most. Sin lives in the ocean, and it's only because of the men he's helping that he chooses to step foot on the boat. They killed the beast, made the seas safe for a little while at least, and now Kimahri, who had no connection to them before, had to thank them in the only way he could think of: sitting with this wary stranger, and rocking with its waves until the land can welcome him again.
Kilika seems motherly, although a warmer one than Gagazet. She smothers her children with heat, but provides well. The thick coat of fur that he whispered his thanks for numerous times during the journey suddenly becomes stifling. Though he wishes he could have spent more time with this friendly island, he's glad that his stay here ended with the dawn departure of the ferry to Besaid, Yuna's final destination.
Besaid was his truest friend. After the mountain, he spent the most time in her company. Life with her was soft and easy, she provided like a doting relative waiting at the end of the arduous road. Ample food and water in her jungles pampered him after his stay with human kind. Kimahri loves her, although one time he took her for granted. He feels pangs of shame for letting the gentle isle soften him, but yet, of all the places, she taught him the strength that lay in caring, not only for oneself, but for others.
In his head, he can trace his journey, taken almost ten years ago, through every terrain, and he remembers the places that he greeted him, although it took Yuna to awaken his memories. The little girl had quickly grown into a young woman and a summoner determined to take her place along side her father. She asked, would Kimahri be her guardian.
Kimahri will follow Yuna everywhere, this little girl he loves in a way he can't describe. Not a lover. Not a daughter. Not a sister. Kimahri thinks that humans, even with their thousands of names for things cannot express his devotion. Guardian. Kimahri guards Yuna, and so he will leave the arms of Besaid once more, and greet the other lands in Spira, this time as potential adversaries rather than allies.
He loves the places he meets, respects their wisdom, but if it comes down to it, he will fight them all for Yuna's sake.
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Kimahri Ronso, Yuna
Prompt: Where?
Word Count: 1056
Rating: G
Summary: Ronso believe that places have consciousness.
Author's Notes: No spoilers, I don't think.
Ronso know the mountain lives. Ronso speak to her, and she speaks back. She cradles the Ronso, protecting them from outsiders. But even as she protects them, she smothers them, keeping her children fearful of the vast world.
Kimahri defied the mountain. Like a petulant child, he walked away to the world his people feared. The landscape he saw from afar rushed to greet him. Kimahri felt overwhelmed at the sorrows and joys of the land, so different from his stoic mother, whose icy temper was her only chill reprimand.
Kimahri adopted human friends on his journey. Not only human friends. Kimahri also adopted the places as his friends. He feels their favors and hears the stories they tell to anyone who ever sets foot across them. Kimahri's human friends never hear them, but Kimahri opens his eyes and his ears to listen to the meanings lost to the busy.
The Calm Lands greeted Kimahri on his first steps away from his mother, and on his last steps back into her fold. His wide openness inspired Kimahri to seek freedom the first time through. When Kimahri returned with Yuna and her friends, he felt the price of that freedom. Short dried grasses barely covered the many scars from the battles waged at his expense. Kimahri nearly cried for him, though soon his suffering will end.
Kimahri never smelled a place so exotic as Macalania and her forest. She encourages love to flourish under her sparkling canopy, just as her distant coolness freezes the unwary, while providing the source of her very allure. Without a lover, Kimahri contented himself with watching elusive butterflies to dance and bob; yet others surrender to the mystery she promises.
One by one, landscapes fade into another, yet the Thunder Plains remain distinct. Kimahri feels the lightning strikes through his blood and rattling his teeth. The Thunder Plains don't invite Kimahri to live like the mountains or the jungles, but Kimahri feels kinship with the wild land nonetheless. The lights inspire him to go harder to push through the adversity and to respect the forces that lie outside his power. With all his experiences with powerful black magic, Kimahri never found any wielded with such nonchalant power.
Overall, the land of the North remain true to their selves. They accept no domestication from their human settlers. South of the Moonflow, the road cuts deeper, and the lands choose to work with their human caretakers, rather than take arms and fight. Villages interrupt fields of generous earth, who give greatly and expect nothing but fresh life in return. They bite back occasionally, as Ronso rebel against their mountain, but they remain obedient.
Even where the rocks resist the carving of roads, they still provide natural pathways for cautious pilgrims. The fiends always seemed weaker, perhaps because the pyreflies that formed their bodies came from people who did not struggle as much as the northerners. Or perhaps the warming climate made them sluggish and relaxed, as it made Kimahri.
Civilization waxes as he nears Luca, and like the grasses around them, small villages sprout, and people, as much a part of the land as the chocobos who graze here, or the occasional bunch of small flowers. Kimahri cannot separate him from the surroundings, like he does with the others. They belong to these stretches of dry road and fields like Ronso belong to the mountain, even if none of them understand this right now.
For all that it's a city, Luca too has it's character. For a young man, of any race, alone, it offered temptation. Sport, gambling, drinking, fighting. With Yuna in his care though, Kimahri feels like a Ronso mother watching over pups when two warriors get into a fight. Luca is a friend for Kimahri to enjoy alone or in the company of his peers, not one to introduce a small girl.
Of all the places, Kimahri fears the ocean the most. Sin lives in the ocean, and it's only because of the men he's helping that he chooses to step foot on the boat. They killed the beast, made the seas safe for a little while at least, and now Kimahri, who had no connection to them before, had to thank them in the only way he could think of: sitting with this wary stranger, and rocking with its waves until the land can welcome him again.
Kilika seems motherly, although a warmer one than Gagazet. She smothers her children with heat, but provides well. The thick coat of fur that he whispered his thanks for numerous times during the journey suddenly becomes stifling. Though he wishes he could have spent more time with this friendly island, he's glad that his stay here ended with the dawn departure of the ferry to Besaid, Yuna's final destination.
Besaid was his truest friend. After the mountain, he spent the most time in her company. Life with her was soft and easy, she provided like a doting relative waiting at the end of the arduous road. Ample food and water in her jungles pampered him after his stay with human kind. Kimahri loves her, although one time he took her for granted. He feels pangs of shame for letting the gentle isle soften him, but yet, of all the places, she taught him the strength that lay in caring, not only for oneself, but for others.
In his head, he can trace his journey, taken almost ten years ago, through every terrain, and he remembers the places that he greeted him, although it took Yuna to awaken his memories. The little girl had quickly grown into a young woman and a summoner determined to take her place along side her father. She asked, would Kimahri be her guardian.
Kimahri will follow Yuna everywhere, this little girl he loves in a way he can't describe. Not a lover. Not a daughter. Not a sister. Kimahri thinks that humans, even with their thousands of names for things cannot express his devotion. Guardian. Kimahri guards Yuna, and so he will leave the arms of Besaid once more, and greet the other lands in Spira, this time as potential adversaries rather than allies.
He loves the places he meets, respects their wisdom, but if it comes down to it, he will fight them all for Yuna's sake.