Yuna (![]() ![]() @ 2009-01-30 21:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, day 31, gene hunt, group activity, max guevara, the doctor, yuna |
WHO: Yuna, Max Guevara, Gene Hunt, The Doctor
WHAT: Group Activity - Horseback Riding
WHEN: Day 31, Mid-morning
WHERE: Starting at some sort of stables or building to that effect
RATING: PG-ish?
STATUS: Complete
Yuna was feeling much better about everything. Of course, finding food had a lot to do with it, but so did the conversation she'd had with Snape. He still scared her a little, but he'd been very helpful in explaining how things went around here. That didn't stop her from wanting to go home, though. Now that she knew more, she was more determined than ever. She had to get home, there was simply nothing else to it. She had things to do, and the time she was spending here was just more time that that stuff wasn't getting done.
It was in this frame of mind that she rose from her bed. Her room looked like the interior of an airship, like the one her Uncle Cid had ridden in, the one that they'd used to lure Sin close by singing the Hymn of the Fayth. She'd fallen in love with the strange machine thing, she had to admit to herself. And her room saw that love, and apparently decided to change her room to match that. It was plain, utilitarian, but had all that she could possibly require.
As she dressed, she heard an odd noise outside. Curious, she walked over to the door and opened it. Nothing was there, though she could swear she heard something. The dark-haired summoner turned to go back to her room, but then she noticed something posted on her door. A note, informing her that she was to be in a certain place at a certain time. She, apparently, was going horseback riding. Whatever that was.
Yuna thought of refusing, but the note had made it very clear that if she did, she would be picked up and dragged there. She was always one to pick her battles, so she held off for now. Instead, she went to the cafe and had a quick, light breakfast. Thus fortified, she walked down to the stables, occasionally asking for directions from the random golems she passed. Not so many minutes later, she was standing in front of the oddest creatures she'd ever seen. Four long legs, soft brown coat... She spoke softly, not realizing that anyone else had come in.
"Are you a 'horse'?" She reached out tentatively to touch the animals warm, soft neck.