( yuna was a few paces behind lightning by the time that they hit the clearing. she wasn't exactly sure what was going on, what with the dead having risen, the return of their natural abilities, and -- this ritual? it was hard to make sense of it as an outsider, and perhaps, more than ever, she could relate to how a certain blond blitzer might have felt...
when light finally stopped, so too did yuna, though she kept quiet as she looked snow over... he didn't mean -- to fight them did he? snow had always been so kind. slowly, her gaze moved from snow, to lightning, then back to snow as her grip on her staff tightened... )
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when light finally stopped, so too did yuna, though she kept quiet as she looked snow over... he didn't mean -- to fight them did he? snow had always been so kind. slowly, her gaze moved from snow, to lightning, then back to snow as her grip on her staff tightened... )