She slept late--well, that's half true. She woke when Caspian did, because he tripped over Lavender getting out of bed and knocked half the nightstand over
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The boat to Luca has a good headwind, but it can't move fast enough for Yuna; between the Goers and Dona and Lulu's volatile mood, it's tiring to keep up a happy face.
The leaves are changing here at Milliways, and when the wind ripples them it looks like dancing fire. It's a comparison she might not have thought of a few days ago, but now it makes her smile.
When she sees the other woman, she sketches a brief wave, her long trailing sleeve drifting along in its wake. "Lucy. Hello."
"Mayhap because it's fall and you're dressed for summer!" Lucy replies, but she's laughing as well. "It looks as if you plan to catch your death of cold. I take it your not, though, from your answer."
Still, looking at her, Lucy is grateful for the jacket she wears and the warm mug she cradles.
"Besaid--the island you're from, wasn't it? Does it get very cold there, then?" She can't imagine wearing less in weather like this.
...Though Mr. Tumnus was content with his scarf, if she thinks on it, and the centaurs were never ones for coats, so perhaps it's simply something like that for Yuna as well.
"Less knackered than I thought I'd be," she says cheerfully, and looks out at the lake. "Avoiding the fuss of the bar for a bit in favor of something a bit more peaceful."
"Is most of Spira like that, then?" It's curiously asked as she sips her tea before adding, "Care to walk with me? Unless you'd prefer time to yourself."
"Just the islands," she says, shaking her head. There's a soft jingle of beads when she does. "Besaid and Kilika, and the others. It's already getting cooler, as we get closer to Luca, and the weather in Bevelle is a lot like this. Hot summers, and cold winters, and the trees change. I lived there until I was nine."
"Bevelle? Oh--I don't know." She shrugs. "We were never exactly... comfortable, there, and the last three months I spent there were very lonely. Besaid is home," she says, finally. "It's where I found a family."
"Very different from each other," and it's a little rueful as she kicks a stick out of the way.
"London's a city with, oh, all of the things that are characteristics of civilazation in that world. Skyscrapers and trains and planes and great ships and such. It's crowded. Narnia--Narnia's different. There are kinds of people beyond humans, and it's wide open, and...it's simpler, I think. In some ways. They were both dear, mind you, but Narnia--it's easier to live in Narnia. Or it was for me," she concludes, pushing part of her hair behind her ear.
"Well, I'm sorry that it was lonely there, but I'm glad you found Besaid, then," she says after another moment and smiles at the other girl.
"I should think Spira must be a lovely place, then." It's a little wistful, but only for a moment, and then she nods. "No dryads, no talking Animals, no nymphs, no centaurs. Only humans."
"I haven't seen so much of it," she admits. "But parts of it are. Dangerous, but beautiful."
"I don't know what most of those things are," she admits. "But Spira has Ronso, and Guado and Hypello. And Al Bhed, but they're really human, whatever people think."
"It's strange to think of a world without them. With only one type of people."
"Centaurs are--well, half man, half horse. Dryads and nymphs are just--spirits, in a way. Of trees and rivers and lakes and such. But then, I don't know what Ronso or Guado or Hypello are. Nor Al Bhed, though you say they're human?"
Lucy finishes what remains of her tea before answering. "It's strange to live in a world with only one type of people, really. Or--I was born there, in London, and it wasn't strange until I saw there was anything else. And after living in Narnia--it was very strange indeed, to see only one race in the streets. I don't know that I ever grew entirely used to it again."
The leaves are changing here at Milliways, and when the wind ripples them it looks like dancing fire. It's a comparison she might not have thought of a few days ago, but now it makes her smile.
When she sees the other woman, she sketches a brief wave, her long trailing sleeve drifting along in its wake. "Lucy. Hello."
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Just barely morning, but still, it's close enough. Lucy blinks, a little, upon seeing how the other girl's dressed.
"Aren't you cold?"
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Still, looking at her, Lucy is grateful for the jacket she wears and the warm mug she cradles.
"Lucky you, then. And how are you this day?"
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"I'm fine," she says, with a sunny smile. "How are you?"
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...Though Mr. Tumnus was content with his scarf, if she thinks on it, and the centaurs were never ones for coats, so perhaps it's simply something like that for Yuna as well.
"Less knackered than I thought I'd be," she says cheerfully, and looks out at the lake. "Avoiding the fuss of the bar for a bit in favor of something a bit more peaceful."
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"Mmm. I know what you mean."
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"Just the islands," she says, shaking her head. There's a soft jingle of beads when she does. "Besaid and Kilika, and the others. It's already getting cooler, as we get closer to Luca, and the weather in Bevelle is a lot like this. Hot summers, and cold winters, and the trees change. I lived there until I was nine."
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Though they weren't really on any of them for all that long.
"Did you miss it? Bevelle, I mean?"
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"Bevelle? Oh--I don't know." She shrugs. "We were never exactly... comfortable, there, and the last three months I spent there were very lonely. Besaid is home," she says, finally. "It's where I found a family."
In exchange for a father.
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"London's a city with, oh, all of the things that are characteristics of civilazation in that world. Skyscrapers and trains and planes and great ships and such. It's crowded. Narnia--Narnia's different. There are kinds of people beyond humans, and it's wide open, and...it's simpler, I think. In some ways. They were both dear, mind you, but Narnia--it's easier to live in Narnia. Or it was for me," she concludes, pushing part of her hair behind her ear.
"Well, I'm sorry that it was lonely there, but I'm glad you found Besaid, then," she says after another moment and smiles at the other girl.
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She pauses. "You mean to say there are only humans in your London?"
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"I don't know what most of those things are," she admits. "But Spira has Ronso, and Guado and Hypello. And Al Bhed, but they're really human, whatever people think."
"It's strange to think of a world without them. With only one type of people."
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Lucy finishes what remains of her tea before answering. "It's strange to live in a world with only one type of people, really. Or--I was born there, in London, and it wasn't strange until I saw there was anything else. And after living in Narnia--it was very strange indeed, to see only one race in the streets. I don't know that I ever grew entirely used to it again."
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