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If you asked Yuna where her party was, she would tell you they are close to the Guado city of Guadosalaam. She's been saying this for several weeks.
'Close' is a relative concept, when you go everywhere on foot.
The good news is that Rikku is getting pretty handy with her blades, and building up quite the collection of weird stuff in her backpack.
The bad news is... well, the usual. Continual battles with fiend, dry and salty preserved food, trying to strain tadpoles out of the drinking water.
Which may explain why Yuna is seated comfortably enjoying a cup of tea with absolutely no wiggly bits.
To a stranger, or at least a stranger from Earth, she'd appear to be a young Japanese teen who got lost in the woods in her dress clothes, something like a kimono with seperate detachable sleeves long enough to trail the ground and a seperate, vine-patterned skirt. Her hair is beginning to reach past her shoulders now, except for around the right side of her face where it's twined in blue and yellow beads, with a shiny sort of bangle at the bottom of the largest.
There's a pretty good blue-and-yellow bruise puffing up her left eye, too, that she isn't taking much notice of.
'Close' is a relative concept, when you go everywhere on foot.
The good news is that Rikku is getting pretty handy with her blades, and building up quite the collection of weird stuff in her backpack.
The bad news is... well, the usual. Continual battles with fiend, dry and salty preserved food, trying to strain tadpoles out of the drinking water.
Which may explain why Yuna is seated comfortably enjoying a cup of tea with absolutely no wiggly bits.
To a stranger, or at least a stranger from Earth, she'd appear to be a young Japanese teen who got lost in the woods in her dress clothes, something like a kimono with seperate detachable sleeves long enough to trail the ground and a seperate, vine-patterned skirt. Her hair is beginning to reach past her shoulders now, except for around the right side of her face where it's twined in blue and yellow beads, with a shiny sort of bangle at the bottom of the largest.
There's a pretty good blue-and-yellow bruise puffing up her left eye, too, that she isn't taking much notice of.