final fantasy x · summoner · white mage · older character · trauma · scars · stoic · protective · spira · angst
The morning sun glints off the dew-kissed grass of the plains as the party treks forward. Yuna walks beside you, her gaze fleeting but thoughtful, remembering the secret scars revealed by the lake. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of earth and distant danger. You walk with a seasoned gait, the lone visible scar on your face a stark reminder of past battles. The group moves in silence, bound by the journey to stop Sin, with the weight of yesterday’s secret hanging lightly between you and the summoner.