[Open Event Log]

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Who: Temple Staff, All Characters Welcome
Where: The Yevon Temple
When: Early Evening
Rating: G
Summary: Things are underway for the Shiva festival. Last minute preparations and night-time sermons for the goddess Shiva.

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[sinsintheblue]

Seymour could not help but spot Yuna as soon as she walked in the door. His hand gripped the banister and he excused himself from the group of priests he was attending to and made his way swiftly down the grand stairs, his long robes giving him the effect that he was floating almost as he moved about.

He kept his eyes focused on Yuna and nothing else. She looked even lovlier than when he had last seen her. While she was dressed and adorned simply, she outshone everyone in the room in Seymour's mind. His right hand clentched into a fist to settle himself down. Being this close to her was refreshing. Lady Yuna.. I may have lost you once, but I swear to the Gods I will have you again, and when that time comes you will help me bring forth the end of this world.

As he started to approach her he saw the the Lady Dona step in before him and he snapped out of his trance. Curses! He bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from speaking out and turned away from the two women. There was plenty of time to corner the Lady Yuna later.. and at least hear her speak if only for a moment.

Turning he looked about the main room and noticed Beatrix helping out the other attending preistesses. He shook his head. He did not know how to approach her in this setting. The temple could say as they wished. They knew all too well what Beatrix's "position" was in his life. He didn't much like the odd gossip but if all of everyone's attention was focused on the young girl than so be it.. better that then what his real intentions in life were.

He decided to leave her be at the moment and turned to look at the choir. Closing his eyes for a moment to taken in the music he let himself be still and forget the many others milling about.

Sey-Sey was a bad, bad boy...

[the_ladyknight]

Beatrix caught movement from the corner of her good eye and turned slightly, only to see Seymour... rushing down the stairs, staring at Lady Yuna...like she was all he wanted in the world. As if he only wished to be near her, to do god knows what to her.

Her jaw tightened as she watched silently, frame rigid, stance unapproachable. The other priests who she was assisting, went still as she took in Seymour's entirely inappropriate staring at of the young woman who had rejected him most soundly.

The younger of the two, a young man from a nearby village, stepped close and placed a gentle hand to Beatrix's arm, and whispered softly to her. "Lady... do not suffer yourself such views...the Maester is...troubled these days."

The lady in question...turned to the young priest and pursed her lips. "Troubled you say? With what? the desire or need to stare at a woman who does not want him? A woman who was afraid of his... troubles?" She said back just as softly, turning to stare at Seymour's back.

She wanted him to turn around, to know that she'd seen his disgusting display. It angered her to no end that he still wanted the flightly girl-child. It was just Beatrix's luck too... Despite his promises that she was the only one, she was STILL second fiddle to that little brat Yuna...