First Steps

[Seyka]

The sweet sea salt air tickled against her nose, a sensation that crept up from her toes before ascending up to hear head. A wave of delight overwhelmed her senses with each step she took. Her effervescent demeanor not once faded from her expression painted across her sun kissed complexion. Her honeydew brown eyes glazed with a sensual flair with a small rhythm slightly exaggerated within her steps.

Out and about within the streets of Luca, it didn’t take her long at all to get use to the change of atmosphere from her simple little town environment she grew up with, to a considerably big city. The hustle and bustle of people shuffling to and fro, the larger structure of buildings within her glance, and the shops and ports were a sight to see. Her ambitious nature became her virtue, curious and exuberant to be exploring the city from top to bottom.

The Bubbly Butterfly didn’t have any bit of trouble of just allowing her feet to take her wherever she pleased. She practically allowed herself to get lost. Just enjoying every sight she could see and not worrying where she was going or where she had been. Ever since she was a young girl, whilst growing up in Kilika, she wanted to see all of Spira before she grew up to be too old for any bit of traveling. Her wanderlust grew like wildfire as the years passed on by, wanting to depart from the peaceful little village, and see it all with her own two eyes. She seized the opportunity the moment her older brother was recruited to become apart of some Blitzball team for the professional league.

She knew from then that if she didn’t go with her brother, she would never get another chance to go out and see the world like she wanted to. Though her parents were reluctant to let their daughter go – they knew there was no way to change her mind. Now that she was in Luca, she couldn’t help but wonder how well her brother was doing. She made a mental note for later to check up on him and his progress. She could only hope that he was fairing well in reaching his dreams. Just like she wanted to do.

Many thoughts swarmed through her head as she continued to stroll along. She contemplated what kind of people would she meet, what other races were there, and how would she interact with each one of them. Her mind flowed from one exciting idea to another, eager as ever to keep going on. She paused her stroll for a moment to take a look at how far she had traveled from the harbor. There was quite a bit of distance between her at the sea, but it was still within her sight. Endless blue stretching across for miles away, almost severing the border between what was the sea and the skies. A smile formed upon her lips enjoying every bit of her time in Luca.

[Sol Royale]

Sol walked. Okay he strolled. Sol strolled along through the city much like Seyka was doing, except he was a different pace. He wasn’t looking about the wonders of the city, nor was he out to see the world. He’d seen the world. He’d been a part of it. Now he was just looking for something to do, lost in his own thoughts. There was only so much seeing one could do before they needed to meet new people. Places to see, people to meet, as they always say, and this was perhaps an extreme of this case. He’d seen all the places, and now he intended to meet all the people worth meeting. Or at least any he came across as he wandered around aimlessly.

So he was strolling through Luca, his eyes glazed over yet watching the crowds as he passed them by. He was lost in his own thoughts; however his brain didn’t function like normal. He was able to wander amongst the streets consciously as well as wander through his subconscious, to do both at once. So he thought and thought and watched and watched, though no one piqued his interest. Faceless names and nameless faces, lost to the sea of anonymity. What a dreary existence these people had, not even bothering to have names or faces.

Until one stood out to him. Granted, many stood out, but none of them really interested Sol. All these people seemed normal; wearing the latest fashions without realizing the person near them was wearing the exact same fashion in a different way. This individual, a being who wasn’t wearing the same fashions, stood out clearly from the crowd. Sol decided she was worthwhile and more interesting than the faceless people with their namelessness.

So he stopped his wandering, blinked away the glaze of his venture through his own mind. He redirected himself straight to the woman, moving through crowds, through conversations, breaking apart couples and so forth, paying little attention to the unimportant people around him. He was not self-centered, they weren’t unimportant because they didn’t matter to him, they were unimportant because they weren’t this girl whom Sol had decided did interest him at this time. He walked straight to her through the crowds and stopped, looking straight into her eyes with his own red eyes, tilting his head slightly. ”There’s something different about you,” he said, addressing her but essentially thinking out loud. ”Something that makes you stand out from the crowd. What is it?”