[Mt. Gagazet is cold and windy up high, and Yuna shields her face from the chilly blast with her billowing sleeves, wishing she had something warm wrapped around her poor, bare shoulders.
Miraculously, the climb up starts to level out, and even more miraculously, her hands suddenly become laden with a generous, comically long scarf and a knit cap. It startles her enough she drops her arms, and it's...still snowy, but Kimahri and Lulu are no longer at her flank, nor are Wakka, Tidus, Rikku nor Auron scouting ahead. In fact, she's entirely alone.
For a spell anyway, but this island has people and not Ronso, which is entirely bizarre, but Yuna doesn't hesitate to approach anyone, still clutching her new gifts instead of wearing them. She'll gambol through the snow towards anyone in her vicinity, or ascend some steps of the nearest house to knock on a door if she has to.
Why are there strange houses on Mt. Gagazet anyway? Why is there an island on it!?]
Excuse me!
[She says, and does a...sort of Yevonite bow. It mostly looks like she's really feeling the 90s vibes, yo.]
Have you seen a group of people pass through? A man in red robes, a woman in black, or a blue Ronso maybe?
[She figures those three in particular might be striking enough to remember.]
B. Winter
["A toast to others' health"? Yuna can get behind that! She's since donned her knit cap and unreasonably long scarf, sort of looking the part of normal island resident now minus her summoner garb peeking out underneath, and she has to admit...she's parched. A pilgrimage doesn't afford many creature comforts!
She takes the cup in both hands and downs the contents in a few gulps, gasping for air after the fact. Phew!
...Ah. There's still juice left? Well, Yuna isn't one to complain. She downs several rounds before she realizes it keeps coming back. That's awfully polite of this magic cup, but she's full, so she moves to set it back down.
She moves to set it back down.
But the cup refused.
She casts a glance around to see if anyone else is having a similar problem, and also because she's all out of ideas.
Bashing it against the table doesn't do anything either.]
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[Mt. Gagazet is cold and windy up high, and Yuna shields her face from the chilly blast with her billowing sleeves, wishing she had something warm wrapped around her poor, bare shoulders.
Miraculously, the climb up starts to level out, and even more miraculously, her hands suddenly become laden with a generous, comically long scarf and a knit cap. It startles her enough she drops her arms, and it's...still snowy, but Kimahri and Lulu are no longer at her flank, nor are Wakka, Tidus, Rikku nor Auron scouting ahead. In fact, she's entirely alone.
For a spell anyway, but this island has people and not Ronso, which is entirely bizarre, but Yuna doesn't hesitate to approach anyone, still clutching her new gifts instead of wearing them. She'll gambol through the snow towards anyone in her vicinity, or ascend some steps of the nearest house to knock on a door if she has to.
Why are there strange houses on Mt. Gagazet anyway? Why is there an island on it!?]
Excuse me!
[She says, and does a...sort of Yevonite bow. It mostly looks like she's really feeling the 90s vibes, yo.]
Have you seen a group of people pass through? A man in red robes, a woman in black, or a blue Ronso maybe?
[She figures those three in particular might be striking enough to remember.]
B. Winter
["A toast to others' health"? Yuna can get behind that! She's since donned her knit cap and unreasonably long scarf, sort of looking the part of normal island resident now minus her summoner garb peeking out underneath, and she has to admit...she's parched. A pilgrimage doesn't afford many creature comforts!
She takes the cup in both hands and downs the contents in a few gulps, gasping for air after the fact. Phew!
...Ah. There's still juice left? Well, Yuna isn't one to complain. She downs several rounds before she realizes it keeps coming back. That's awfully polite of this magic cup, but she's full, so she moves to set it back down.
She moves to set it back down.
But the cup refused.
She casts a glance around to see if anyone else is having a similar problem, and also because she's all out of ideas.
Bashing it against the table doesn't do anything either.]
I don't understand. Is this supposed to happen?