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          _{Overcast was not her favourite. Not by a longshot. She favoured the sunny days, filled with sky. Something she could walk under with her head held high, but once upon a time a man told her that the overcast brings the rain— that allows the flowers to bloom on those sunny days she adores with a passion. So she doesn’t mind the storms that roll in from the ocean, she watches from her chair, where she preens herself. The sky over the ocean is churning, and she’s not looking forward to the explosion of lighting, but it makes the beautiful world she has protected for so long.
         The maids in her room are fixing the bouquets of flowers shipped in from suitors, while someone speaks to her softly in Wutai about a dinner she should go to, but she most likely won’t. She pulls the brush through her longer hair, now it brushes her shoulders, and the ladies in waiting that she deals with says she looks more befit the part of Princess when her hair is longer, she’s only half the part at this point— she still needs to be married for anyone to stop complaining about how inadequate she is. But eyes turn back to the stormy sea and she stops running the brush through her hair, grey eyes meet grey clouds and she realise she yearns to be free like that stormy sea. 
          She places the brush down on her table and moves towards the small closet in her home. The maids jump at the chance to dress the future Empress, so she doesn’t even get to pick out her outfit, but she’s lucky, these women have good taste, she’s handed an outfit with colours like the blooms of the Wutai moors. It’s a kimono garment in theory, but its an overwrap, lovely darkblue splashed with oranges, pinks and yellows. As she shrugs into the over robe, covering her dark dinner cocktail dress— her grounds woman announces a visitor, and she has to wave off her handmaids. 
          It takes her a moment but she settles back into chair, waiting for her visitor— hoping to Gaia it isn’t someone else seeking her hand in marriage.}

         _"Hello?“ 

     _{The elderly woman seems a little more enthusiastic than should be expected as she leads him up the ornate stairs.  As the party of two pause at the door, she looks at him expectantly, and when he appears confused, asks him in a polite, broken common tongue to remove his boots.  Realization lightly his eyes, and he apologizes quietly in Wutai for not understanding.  Following her instruction on placing them just inside the door by the mat of woven grass, he follows her in silence, taking in the polished walls of the ancestral home.
     The woman hums a cheerful tune softly, albeit it seems that her music is slightly off-pitch.  He admittedly likes Wutai–a break from the city, with its quiet, lulling music and naturalistic scents in the air.  Surely he must seem like a tourist with these thoughts, coming here to "get away from it all.”
     A serving maid rushes about the corner, and her muffled footsteps slip.  Alarmed, he reaches out both hands to catch her before she regains herself.  His elderly guide speaks sharply to the young girl, who seems a slight bit frightened by the strange man with the large claw: he does not remember her, and so he assumes that she is new staff.  Softly pleading for her to be more careful, he stands her upright and follows his guide once again.  The girl, meeting with her companions, holds an excited whispered conversation with them, bubbly giggles exploding as he rounds a corner.
     His guide inquires something of him in Wutai, what he gathers to be a question to his welfare.  He answers in a simplistic grammar, using small, uncomplicated words, acknowledging that he is somewhat of a stranger to the language, but the fact that he knows any at all seems to please her.  He attempts to imitate her query, but by the way she covers her smile he infers that he botches it something awful.  She gives a good grace, though, and follows it with her well-being and a smile.
     She pauses outside a door and ushers him to it.  This must be her room, then.  Sliding it open quietly, he takes her in, and different she is.  He stops, speechless for a moment, and looks her over, in her finery and that strange expression on her face.  Leaning against the doorframe, he addresses her quietly.  “Yuffie,” he says, “you look…nice.  Well.  Both.”}

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   A growl of thunder stretches over the home, and silently she thanks Leviathan for all that he has provided the Kisaragi...

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