She had come to the party dressed to blend with the crowd though Yuna never did blend very well. She was wearing white in a style that reminded her of the traditional garb of the temples and yet it was more comfortable than that. It was like a mix of her new life and her old one; perfectly balanced. Her mask was white as well, simple in its design but perfectly accenting the sweet curve of her cheeks. Her hair was flared as it always was, it was a little too short for her to do much with it but her braid had been released from its usual pink ribbon and now hung over her shoulder with silver twisting through the chestnut strands.
She was lovely, the party was elegant and stunning, but Yuna had a singular goal when she stepped through the door.
She was looking for someone.
Discretion was the better part of valor but in this case Yuna hoped that those around her might excuse the sudden interruption. She brought her fingers to her mouth and a loud clear whistle shouted from between her lips as the air evacuated her lungs.
There were probably better ways to walk into a party.
Exploring;
The decorations were interesting. The ambiance might have been alarming if the point of the masquerade hadn't been known before she'd walked inside. There was so much death in Spira and Yuna wasn't particularly comfortable celebrating it but everyone should be remembered.
By remembering someone, they became immortal.
She walked around the different rooms and listened to the bitter sweet music that floated through the halls. Each room was a little different and each color reflected across Yuna's white dress as if she was the final piece of that room. All but the black room. It felt as if nothing fit in there.
Yuna found another decorated skeleton, this one looking too real for her liking. Spira didn't have things like this. People didn't leave anything behind when the died... except for the fiends. Without thinking about it, Yuna did a simple prayer of sending, bowed her head to the statue, turned and returned to the main party.
From then on she could be found watching people dance, even dancing herself, speaking in each colored room but she never returned to that black room or the skeleton she'd blessed.
Wildcard;
[ooc: Yuna is happy to dance, drink, eat and enjoy all of the colored rooms. I will honestly go with any starter if there is something you want to do with my lovely High Summoner here. If you aren't sure then PM me or hit me up on plurk! mizuyoko. You can also run into her at any point in any one of these two posts.]
Yuna 🔮 Final Fantasy X-2
She was lovely, the party was elegant and stunning, but Yuna had a singular goal when she stepped through the door.
She was looking for someone.
Discretion was the better part of valor but in this case Yuna hoped that those around her might excuse the sudden interruption. She brought her fingers to her mouth and a loud clear whistle shouted from between her lips as the air evacuated her lungs.
There were probably better ways to walk into a party.
Exploring;
By remembering someone, they became immortal.
She walked around the different rooms and listened to the bitter sweet music that floated through the halls. Each room was a little different and each color reflected across Yuna's white dress as if she was the final piece of that room. All but the black room. It felt as if nothing fit in there.
Yuna found another decorated skeleton, this one looking too real for her liking. Spira didn't have things like this. People didn't leave anything behind when the died... except for the fiends. Without thinking about it, Yuna did a simple prayer of sending, bowed her head to the statue, turned and returned to the main party.
From then on she could be found watching people dance, even dancing herself, speaking in each colored room but she never returned to that black room or the skeleton she'd blessed.
Wildcard;