Cape. 9

We appeared to be in a high-ceilinged room with a large bed in the middle. My eyes widened in disbelief when I recognized the young woman on it.
It was the first to summon the Final Aeon and beat SIN with it, the first to
which brought 10 years of silence to Spira. Yunalesca. By Yevon, it really was. The woman who became a legend. The role model for all summoners.
"You bear her name," Seymour said to me in that soft, soft voice that made me shiver over and over again.
I tried to pull back imperceptibly, rejecting his remark by saying that my father had given me my name. He looked at me smiling, searchingly, and replied that my father had named me after his hope. To become as strong, to fight and to win as Yunalesca once did. I blushed. He seemed pleased to have upset me again. How I hated myself for not being able to react as calmly as, for example, Lulu to such statements ... especially apparently not who it was he who uttered them.Footsteps rose behind me and I heard a metallic clang. I turned around quickly and saw a man walking towards me, dressed in armor. Frightened, I tried to evade and turned away, arms crossed protectively in front of me, but the figure slipped through me like clouds of mist, and went steadfastly towards the center of the room, where Yunalesca had risen from the bed and was apparently eagerly awaiting the man.

Seyour whispered to me that Yunalesca did not drive SIN alone. Rather, what was necessary was the unbreakable love that she and Lord Zeyno shared. I looked at the floor ashamed, because I did not want to reveal my thoughts on what he was saying. The two ghostly people in front of us sank into an embrace, followed by a long kiss.

Ashamed, confused, I looked up ... right into Seymour's face, who was smiling at me. An unspoken question burned his blue eyes.Then he bent down to me, came so close to me that I could smell the strange smell that seemed to emanate from him and that I had noticed after struggling.
That pleasant smell of forest and earth and green leaves.

He was so close to me that I felt his breath brush my face as he whispered this incredible suggestion in my ear, asked me this tremendous question. I froze. Then I blushed, completely self-conscious of what he was asking for. How could he! Had he gone mad? Was that what he had in mind all along?
I almost forgot to breathe and a strange feeling burned my stomach.

At first I couldn't get a clear thought, a real chaos of emotions rushed over me. Shame, joy, fear, even distrust and emerging anger fought for supremacy in me. How did he get it!
When he leaned back and gazed steadily at me with that monstrous question in his eyes, I couldn't get a note of confusion.I only realized now that the illusion of the sphere was completely gone and that everyone ... really everyone in the room was staring at me. My head was glowing, my cheeks burned, my throat was dry like the Sanubia desert. I looked around restlessly, while my thoughts circled like a tornado of questions, statements and feelings.
A glass of fresh water near one of the windows seemed like a lifebuoy to hold onto in this storm to keep from going under.
I ran towards it, seven searching pairs of eyes fixed on me, and tumbled the cool liquid down my seemingly parched throat. The pleasant freshness calmed down
my burning throat, but I almost choked when I drained the glass in one long gulp. Impossible. It did not work. I hardly knew him. I felt nothing for him to justify such a connection. I couldn't endanger the pilgrimage.

Well, he had made clever arguments about the hope we could give to the citizens of Spira, the joy we could bring.Regarding the promotion of diplomatic relations, if he, half human, half Guado, would connect with me as a half-Bevellian, half AlBhed. What opportunities for Spira could arise from this. But that wasn't enough for me. In addition, because of his request, a deep suspicion buried itself in my mind-racked brain, what he could really aim at ... .. I liked him, yes to a certain extent, and he spoke to me, but I didn't trust him. Instinctively. What should I do ?

I looked up. My guests sat in front of the fireplace with their eyes shining.
It's gotten late and my throat aches from unfamiliar talking.
Forgive me if I withdraw now, but I will, if you want,
report tomorrow evening how things went with us.
What awaited us in Macalania, Bikanel and Bevelle.
I got up and thoughtfully went to my room in Rin's little inn.

(Temporary end, I have to revise the other chapters again, they will follow.)