Chapter 3

Here I met again the man I had to think about so much.
Mushroom Rock Road was closed to civilians. I was devastated. If we weren't allowed to pass, it would mean a detour of several weeks to the temple of Djose. Time I missed

Well, we had heard rumors of a vigilante and AlBhed offensive against Spira's enemy, SIN, but we hadn't really taken them seriously.
And now we were in the middle of the preparations for a fight against an overpowering being, which could not be dealt with with conventional (and Yevon forbidden) weapons. Who knew that better than me. After all, my father had sacrificed himself to give Spira 10 years of silence, 10 years of peace.
I never asked Auron what happened then, and now I think he would not have answered any of my questions then either.

We conferred after we were refused entry.We had unexpectedly got into a military conflict. I almost choked on the burden I was carrying. I had to get to Djose as soon as possible. It was my duty. My legacy.

We also met Dona again here, the medium who had expressed himself so derogatory in Kilika about the number of my guards. She was also on the way to the shrine in Djose with her Guardian Barthello, and as expected, this time too, dogged comments came from her slightly pinched mouth.
She really didn't help to improve my mood about the difficulties
but I decided it was better to ignore it. I wouldn't let their envy provoke me yet. We stayed apart and discussed suitable arrangements for the onward journey.

And then he came. At first we only heard steps, and as they got closer and closer we turned around. Then I recognized him. Without wanting to, I was nervous again in the face of the exotic-looking man, like in Luca when I first saw him.And again all the questions that had preoccupied me since then stormed my mind. He came straight to me and completely ignored the astonished looks of my Guardians and friends. I lowered my gaze and bowed deeply to him, showing him the respect he owed as Maester des Yevon. He was surrounded by an aura of power that I could clearly perceive. It made me nervous because it was impossible for me to know what he wanted. Hoping he wouldn't notice my hands trembling, I put them on top of each other so they wouldn't give me away. I knew he was only three feet in front of me and didn't dare look up.

When he addressed me by my formal title, that velvety voice sent a shiver down my spine. I felt awkward and awkward. He gently asked me to get up and I rose. As he continued, he seemed genuinely pleased to see me again, and when I had composed myself to the point where I finally dared to look at him, he gave me a searching look out of those strange purple-blue eyes that were so difficult to read .When he noticed my restlessness, which I was unable to hide, he raised an eyebrow slightly and looked at me more closely. "You seem concerned, milady! What is it that is bothering you?" was his question to me. Embarrassed, I pushed around and could have slapped myself for my unprofessional appearance. In a slightly trembling voice, I explained our problem to him. He raised an eyebrow again when understanding flashed in his eyes. "I see ..." he said in his melodious voice, and turned away. "Wait here!" he instructed me. Then he went up to the captain of the guard.

I took advantage of his absence to catch myself again by calling myself an idiot and concentrating on my duties. I couldn't understand what he was saying to the guards who had blocked our way before, but when he turned and came back to us, he had a triumphant smile on his face and he looked extremely satisfied.When he came to me and told me that we were going to be let through, a weight fell from me. I stammered to thank him, I was so relieved.
He registered my uncertainty as well as my joy and acknowledged this with an amused smile that conjured a touch of emotion and warmth on his face. The smile made a change that I liked. I had to look down to not reveal how much. I did not expect his help, much less that we would be let pass. My distrust of him continued to wane.

He said a gallant farewell and invited us to a meeting at the headquarters of the offensive. Auron didn't like this at all, and Khimari, Wakka, and Tidus didn't seem enthusiastic either. But he was a maester, a head of the Yevonite order, and they were well aware of the benefits it could bring to my work if he was kind to me far outweighed the disadvantage of a brief interruption in my pilgrimage.Auron nodded to me, and so I had to say yes or no, even if I feared that my awkward behavior towards the Guadolord would betray my current emotional chaos. I definitely didn't want that.

Seymour made a curt goodbye, I suspected that he had noticed my insecurity despite my attempts to hide it and wanted to get me out of my predicament. I registered his empathic abilities with fear and astonishment. His skills in the right hands, used for the better, could be of great help to Spira. Used incorrectly ... I didn't even want to think about it. He'd helped us twice before, and something in me refused to attribute negative motives to him. After a brief comment that he would still find time to talk to me in more detail (which immediately gave me an indefinable fear) he turned away and walked through the gate, accompanied by the two Guado guards.I took a deep breath, which immediately earned me a sharp look from Lulu.
She knew me too well, and as a strong black magician, her empathy was also strong enough to notice how much the maester had upset me every time. I called myself to calm down and walked through the obstacle, which was no longer one.