Who: Yuna, Tidus, and perhaps Rikku, later...
What: Alas, poor Yuna has gottten rather overwhelmed and has clonked out rather ungracefully at the docks.
Where: The Docks
When: Shortly after
this The heat and the overwhelming sense of everything around her hand gotten to the best of Spira's youngest summoner. Yuna was curled near the docks, having dropped there after all of the business of being there, and not being there, and then Tidus...
Tidus could surely not be as young as he was in the photos! The Tidus she remembered was taller than her, clad in big ridiculous shoes and a grin twice as wide as his face. Well, this little one was the same way, but... He wasn't her Tidus. It made no sense to her.
In this haze of heat and delerium, Yuna clutched her journal and staggered herself to sit up. She sighed in distaste at the state of her fine hand-dyed sleeves and carefully embroidered skirt. Spira's flower had fallen into the gutter.
Yuna laid her head back against the rough wood, and waited for her head to stop spinning.