Bahamut's roar of triumph shook the heavens, and Isaaru dismissed the aeon with a flick of his hands. They had met the summoner on the way to Djose, and she had challenged him to a contest of aeons; he had won, but barely, and now he allowed his knees to buckle with exhaustion as he collapsed by the side of the road.
"Isaaru!" He heard footsteps approaching, then felt gentle hands on his shoulders. He looked up, but not into the face he had expected to see; instead of Maroda, the summoner Belgemine gazed down at him with concern and compassion. Despite her loss, she didn't even seem winded, and she smiled.
"Congratulations, Lord Isaaru. You have done well, and I believe you show a great deal of promise."
He bowed his head in respect to his elder. "I am honored to hear you say so, my Lady Summoner."
A slim finger raised his chin, and she met his eyes again. "Make no mistake, you still have much to learn. But train well, and perhaps you will be the one to defeat Sin. Although know that you have competition; you should not dawdle on the road too long." She leaned forward and lightly kissed his brow. "Now, let your brothers tend to you. Journey well." She stood, bowed to Maroda and Pacce, and then melted back into the forest without a sound.
Once she was gone, Maroda knelt at Isaaru's side and rummaged through his pack. "How did she know we were brothers?" he asked as he handed Isaaru a crystal bottle of ether.
Isaaru took the bottle without shifting his gaze from the place where Belgemine had last stood. "Best not to question that one too deeply, I think." He lifted the bottle to his lips and tipped his head back, his strength returning as he drank, and then he rose to his feet. "Come. We should hurry if we're to make Djose before lunch."
FFX: Isaaru/Belgemine
"Isaaru!" He heard footsteps approaching, then felt gentle hands on his shoulders. He looked up, but not into the face he had expected to see; instead of Maroda, the summoner Belgemine gazed down at him with concern and compassion. Despite her loss, she didn't even seem winded, and she smiled.
"Congratulations, Lord Isaaru. You have done well, and I believe you show a great deal of promise."
He bowed his head in respect to his elder. "I am honored to hear you say so, my Lady Summoner."
A slim finger raised his chin, and she met his eyes again. "Make no mistake, you still have much to learn. But train well, and perhaps you will be the one to defeat Sin. Although know that you have competition; you should not dawdle on the road too long." She leaned forward and lightly kissed his brow. "Now, let your brothers tend to you. Journey well." She stood, bowed to Maroda and Pacce, and then melted back into the forest without a sound.
Once she was gone, Maroda knelt at Isaaru's side and rummaged through his pack. "How did she know we were brothers?" he asked as he handed Isaaru a crystal bottle of ether.
Isaaru took the bottle without shifting his gaze from the place where Belgemine had last stood. "Best not to question that one too deeply, I think." He lifted the bottle to his lips and tipped his head back, his strength returning as he drank, and then he rose to his feet. "Come. We should hurry if we're to make Djose before lunch."