[rl log with Yuna]

[elloran]

[The young Inquestor Elloran snuck out of his room, carefully avoiding the watchful eyes of his guards and musicians. One of the benefits of his relatively low status was immediately obvious - it was still possible for him to escape his castle without detection. Who ever believed that power gave freedom was a fool, and the Inquest showed it easily.

The young man would have never expected that he could find 'freedom' on a world that was not even within the bounds of the Inquest. Yet this 'Spira' sounded interesting. If only he could avoid putting his 'foot in his mouth' as his teacher would say. Elloran had a bad tendency of inadvertently offending the 'primitives' he came in contact with - though he had no idea why.

After a smile and a short conversation with the man who transported him to Yuna's world - why did he look so familiar? - Elloran set foot in Yuna's world, trying to hide his excitement.]

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[ton-elloran.livejournal.com]

[It was not that he thought that religion was silly - it merely infuriated him when he saw people he cared for hurt by it. Just as any other, he could marvel at the beauty a people could create through their worship. Perhaps he could appreciate it more, having seen so many different forms of worship.

[He tags along behind her, observing the people, the scenery, the feel of the peaceful world.]

Have - ah excuse me, sir - Have you lived here your whole life, Yuna?

[summons-aeons.livejournal.com]

No, actually. I grew up in Bevelle but...[She gestures around with her free hand.] Besaid is my home. Bevelle does not hold many happy memories for me.

[She directs them towards one of the small huts, waving at the people as she moves. Yuna seems to be getting quite a bit of attention, children following her and people making the sign of Yevon in her direction.]

This one is mine.