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She slept late--well, that's half true. She woke when Caspian did, because he tripped over Lavender getting out of bed and knocked half the nightstand over.

It involved a minor fire (his pants), a slight burn to the fingers (hers), and entirely too much excitement before tea was had (for either), in Lucy's opinion. And no chocolate at all, thank you. Which isn't something that she's going to stop thinking about in the next few days, Lucy thinks, and is vaguely irritated by this.

But she's the blessing of not needing to rise so early as he, so she'd taken the chance to go back to bed, after fires were put out and burns tended to.

And she's not precisely grumpy, but Lucy finds she could use some peaceful moments after a morning starting like that, and so she's found herself a mug of tea and gone out to walk by the lake. Corella will likely be taken for a ride, later, but for the moment it's nice to stretch her legs.

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The boat to Luca has a good headwind, but it can't move fast enough for Yuna; between the Goers and Dona and Lulu's volatile mood, it's tiring to keep up a happy face.

The leaves are changing here at Milliways, and when the wind ripples them it looks like dancing fire. It's a comparison she might not have thought of a few days ago, but now it makes her smile.

When she sees the other woman, she sketches a brief wave, her long trailing sleeve drifting along in its wake. "Lucy. Hello."

"Good morning, Yuna!" she calls back.

Just barely morning, but still, it's close enough. Lucy blinks, a little, upon seeing how the other girl's dressed.

"Aren't you cold?"

She laughs, and shrugs a bare shoulder. "Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"Mayhap because it's fall and you're dressed for summer!" Lucy replies, but she's laughing as well. "It looks as if you plan to catch your death of cold. I take it your not, though, from your answer."

Still, looking at her, Lucy is grateful for the jacket she wears and the warm mug she cradles.

"Lucky you, then. And how are you this day?"

"This is a lot of clothes for Besaid!" she protests, plucking at her long skirt.

"I'm fine," she says, with a sunny smile. "How are you?"

"Besaid--the island you're from, wasn't it? Does it get very cold there, then?" She can't imagine wearing less in weather like this.

...Though Mr. Tumnus was content with his scarf, if she thinks on it, and the centaurs were never ones for coats, so perhaps it's simply something like that for Yuna as well.

"Less knackered than I thought I'd be," she says cheerfully, and looks out at the lake. "Avoiding the fuss of the bar for a bit in favor of something a bit more peaceful."

"Oh, it's tropical," she says brightly. "There's only two kinds of weather--hot and humid, or hot and rainy." Her voice is fond, for all of that.

"Mmm. I know what you mean."

"Is most of Spira like that, then?" It's curiously asked as she sips her tea before adding, "Care to walk with me? Unless you'd prefer time to yourself."

"No, that would be wonderful," she says quickly.

"Just the islands," she says, shaking her head. There's a soft jingle of beads when she does. "Besaid and Kilika, and the others. It's already getting cooler, as we get closer to Luca, and the weather in Bevelle is a lot like this. Hot summers, and cold winters, and the trees change. I lived there until I was nine."

"Bevelle souds more like London or Narnia," she muses. "Though some of the islands in the Eastern Sea were quite warm."

Though they weren't really on any of them for all that long.

"Did you miss it? Bevelle, I mean?"

"What are London and Narnia like?" she asks.

"Bevelle? Oh--I don't know." She shrugs. "We were never exactly... comfortable, there, and the last three months I spent there were very lonely. Besaid is home," she says, finally. "It's where I found a family."

In exchange for a father.

"Very different from each other," and it's a little rueful as she kicks a stick out of the way.

"London's a city with, oh, all of the things that are characteristics of civilazation in that world. Skyscrapers and trains and planes and great ships and such. It's crowded. Narnia--Narnia's different. There are kinds of people beyond humans, and it's wide open, and...it's simpler, I think. In some ways. They were both dear, mind you, but Narnia--it's easier to live in Narnia. Or it was for me," she concludes, pushing part of her hair behind her ear.

"Well, I'm sorry that it was lonely there, but I'm glad you found Besaid, then," she says after another moment and smiles at the other girl.

She smiles back, easily and quickly. "Narnia sounds more like Spira. Bevelle is a little like London, I guess. It's big."

She pauses. "You mean to say there are only humans in your London?"

"I should think Spira must be a lovely place, then." It's a little wistful, but only for a moment, and then she nods. "No dryads, no talking Animals, no nymphs, no centaurs. Only humans."

"I haven't seen so much of it," she admits. "But parts of it are. Dangerous, but beautiful."

"I don't know what most of those things are," she admits. "But Spira has Ronso, and Guado and Hypello. And Al Bhed, but they're really human, whatever people think."

"It's strange to think of a world without them. With only one type of people."

"Centaurs are--well, half man, half horse. Dryads and nymphs are just--spirits, in a way. Of trees and rivers and lakes and such. But then, I don't know what Ronso or Guado or Hypello are. Nor Al Bhed, though you say they're human?"

Lucy finishes what remains of her tea before answering. "It's strange to live in a world with only one type of people, really. Or--I was born there, in London, and it wasn't strange until I saw there was anything else. And after living in Narnia--it was very strange indeed, to see only one race in the streets. I don't know that I ever grew entirely used to it again."

"Oh!" She covers her mouth with her hand. "How strange, and interesting."

"Al Bhed are human," she repeats, firmly. She turns her head when she says it, her hair slipping down over her right eye. "They just don't follow the teachings of Yevon, and they deal with forbidden machina."

"The Guado live the forests of Macalania. They're not very different from humans--they're shorter, and they have longer fingers, and funny hair colors. Patterns, on their skin."

"The Hypello are a little bit like frogs, and they live in the rivers and lakes. They raise shoopufs. And the Ronso--they're like cats," she says smiling. "They're very tall, and they have horns, in their foreheads." She touches her own. "My friend Kimhari is a Ronso."

"How lovely!" and she sounds delighted.

There's something oddly comforting in hearing of worlds with creatures other than humans. "But what are machina? And Yevon, for that matter? And oh, oh! A Ronso's like a lion and a unicorn, then!"

Yuna laughs; Lucy is full of questions. "Yevon is the church," she says simply. "Yevon teaches us how to deal with Sin. And machina are complicated machines. They attract Sin, but that's not why they're forbidden. It's--wicked, to use them. It's why Sin was sent to punish Spira."

"And I don't know what a unicorn is," she says, finally. "Ronso are like lions, yes, but they walk like humans."

She is indeed. Curiosity has ever been a trait of hers, really.

"Oh. I see." Lucy isn't quite sure how to respond to that one.

But she doesn't really think she's qualified to say anything about religion, especially one not her own, and so perhaps it's best to say nothing. For the only other option, really, is to ask more questions, and she's not sure it wouldn't be rude.

"It's--like a horse, with a horn on its forehead, but should you meet one...it feels a bit different," she concludes, "to meet a unicorn than it does a horse. Unicorns are more--I'm not sure if 'regal' is the word I want, but it's close."

"Oh dear, horses, again?" Yuna giggles. "There aren't any horses in Spira, you know. But it seems like they're very important to everyone else's world."

"No?" She looks almost--almost--horrified.

"I don't know--I suppose they're important to worlds, but I do love mine dearly. Is it strange that that is the first thing you've said that seems truly otherworldly to me?"

"I don't know," Yuna says politely. "It's strange to me to think about trees and streams having spirits."

"From what people have said about horses, it seems like we have chocobos to do most of the same things. They're big yellow birds with long legs."

"I suppose it would be," she murmurs and looks at the trees instead of the lake.

There's no dryads here, not that she's seen, but you can still see the shape of what the dryad would look like. If you know how, and what to look for.

Old man--little boy with long curls--middle-aged woman with green-grey skin and pale silver hair.

"Oh! Is that what that is? I think there's one or two in the stables. I'd no clue what they were." And she adds, a moment later, "Spira does truly sound lovely."

"Really?" Intriguing!

"They're really very sweet creatures. We have them in our boat now, driving the paddlewheels." She smiles at Lucy's words. "I've only read about so much of it, really. But I'm looking forward to all the places I'll see on the pilgrimage."

"Is Narnia an otherworld from London, then? Or just a different place?"