So. Much. Crystal [Open!]

[Yuna]

Yuna’s full attention immediately went on Nevena; her wardrobe, her staff, it was all like her world. Too much in fact to be a coincidence. The High Summoner didn’t pay much attention to the others as she approached the other woman, looking her up and down as she was both relived and concerned to find someone else that hailed from her world. It wasn’t her intent to be rude but Spira took top priory to anything else and Miracle already handled her rather “rude” friend and Sasha could take care of herself by the looks of it.

“I was right then, I'm not the only one from Spira who was brought here. What is your name? What part of Spira are you from?”

[Nevena]

Solomon's raised voice, the machina, Miracle addressing people, and the loud child. None of them mattered for before her stood one of the few which had taken her life's work away from her. Robbed her people of their eternal life. Forced the fayths to become silent.

This was one of that small group. But probably the biggest target to her. And here she was right in front of her, in touching distant. Close enough to see the details on the beads in Yuna's hair. And oh how Nevena wanted to let her dear Bahamut rip her apart and heal her wounds and start all over again. Drown the woman in the lake under Macalania's forgotten temple and let her screams replace the growing silence. Let her corpse burn in the name of Ifrit and spread the ashes in Besaid so even Valefore, the fayth of Yuna's home, would know that the punishment had been dealt to the High Summoner.

Those thoughts passed through her mind rather quickly, perhaps even in a few blinks of the eyes. Finally though, Nevena came from her thoughts and gave a slight shake of her head before finally answering Yuna's questions.

"My name is Nevena Gulzar. I come from Bevelle, though like yourself I have traveled Spira enough to call most of it home." It was true, the last place she had been was Bevelle. The temples around Spira also served as places she would call home, at least she did when they sang and the fayths still lived.

[Solomon]

Solomon said no more when Miracle spoke, but he didn't apologize for his earlier actions either, he saw very little reason to. The knight simply kept his silence as Miracle spoke to the machine and the machine started talking about something called the "all spark" something he never heard of before until now and to the best of his knowledge, neither has Miracle but he would not attempt to speak for her. He simply crossed his arms and replied, "What does it look like? If anything like it crashed near here it would've been before we rebuilt this city but we found nothing while rebuilding that hinted at belonging to another world."

[Miracle]

Miracle couldn't help but feel sympathy for this poor creature but she never seen or heard of anything like the All Spark nor would she know where to even begin looking for it, unless....

"I suppose this "All Spark" is just a name and not an actual side effect it can cause from being exposed to a location for long?"

The young High Priestess always wondered how the ice wasteland of Crystal Expanse could be so shiny in the first place. Maybe this "All Spark" fragment had something to do with it all this time? Hiding right under their nose? But if it did not belong to this world wouldn't the Arashi have mentioned that there were artifacts lying in ruin that did not belong either? Then again, he already did destroy half of the expanse already.

"Because I have a theory...."

[Yuna]

Bevelle. This woman hailed from the same part of Spira in which she was born. What were the odds? Yuna pondered for a moment, not remembering anyone by that name but it was a pretty big place. You could live there for years and still not know everyone. If only she knew just how much this woman hated her. How much she would have loved to see her dead.

“Did anyone else come through the portal with you or are you alone?”

Yuna didn’t know if she wanted to hear a yes or not. On one hand it would feed her loneliness while she was still stuck here but in the other it just meant there were even more people torn apart from Spira and she could barely stand the thought of it.

[Nevena]

Nevena simply shook her head slowly. She had not seen anyone dressed in attire of any part or time of Spira. Had not found or heard anyone talking of Yevon, Sin, or the high summoner herself.

The unsent summoner was at a loss for words and merely kept her gaze fixed on Yuna, hardly blinking, and even moved towards the woman. Vivid memories flying quickly in her mind; Spira joining together to sing the hymn of the fayths, Sin coming forth to fall for the trap and it slowly fading away into a cloud of pyreflies, the cheers from Spira, and the fayths becoming silent and dull. Even the fayth for Zanarkand.

And here she was. She could wrap her hands around her neck? Couldn't she?

"So, I finally get to meet the High Summoner herself, the one who defeated Sin forever and destroyed Yevon, in person. I've waited for this day for a long while," Nevena said softly, reaching out slowly to touch Yuna's hair and tuck it behind the young woman's ear. A touch at this moment was all she wanted, to confirm that this was indeed a real person, not some figment of her imagination.

"Well, not too long, I suppose. It has simply felt longer than what it has been." Should Yuna allow Nevena to touch her hair, then the young woman would feel that Nevena's finger tips had a faint chill to them, possibly just from the woman being cold though it was simply from the woman being dead.

"Pardon me, it's just you...Remind me of my own child in a strange way. Kind hearted and so willing to sacrifice so much for others, even challenged Sin at a time."