Sheena Fujibayashi

Sheena hadn't really expected this whole summoner thing to work.

The temple at Luca is a temple in little more than name only, small and humble in a way that she remembers Kilika Temple wasn't, without even statues of the high summoners. The little statue that houses its fayth is well-tended, but it sticks out like a sore thumb in a building that might have been a little-used warehouse a few years ago. Even the cloister of trials doesn't feel complete, easy enough even for Sheena to figure out on her own, but none of that really matters, in the end - what's important is the fayth itself, and her ability to pray to it to its satisfaction.

She hadn't been able to shake the feeling that it wouldn't work - that no fayth would ever accept an Al Bhed summoner despite her upbringing, that she'd pray for days with no response - but in the end, it hadn't taken more than a few hours before she'd been answered. Let me come with, her new aeon - Corrine - had requested, and Sheena had been so grateful to them for her success that she'd agreed.

Really, the looks on the temple guardians' faces when she'd walked out with an aeon almost as tall as she was at her side had been more than worth it.

It's sunset when she untangles herself from the small crowd that had gathered to see Spira's youngest aeon, and she can see the sun flashing brightly through the gaps between buildings as she makes her way outside. She rests her hand on Corrine's shoulder lightly for a second without thinking, then realizes her mistake and jolts, pulling it away - but they just laugh silently in her head, nudging at her hand playfully.

There's a second building just adjacent to the temple, a more traditional Martelite affair that existed long before the fayth's temple did, and as Sheena gets closer to it she can hear a commotion of some kind, a woman's voice raised in annoyance and a lower voice answering her. She considers just leaving, the tension of her trial starting to evaporate in a way that makes her long for her room at the inn, but there's no way back to her lodgings without passing by, anyway. Might as well see what's happening. So she puts her hand back where it was, asks Corrine softly not to wander too far as they head towards the source of the noise.

It's been a couple days since the dreamscape, and Sheena hasn't spoken more than a few words to Zelos since. What a mess. He's kept his distance, too, so maybe it hasn't been too suspicious, but she's sure that by now the others are aware that something had happened.

She can't say she's enthusiastic about staying alone at camp with Zelos, but Lloyd deserves some bonding time with his family, and she probably is a little bit of a wanted criminal, and it's not like she's about to leave Zelos alone. Besides, they… really do need to talk about it, even if it's just to agree to put it behind them. Sheena can live with that. She waves them off, tells Lloyd to have a good time.

So she waits til the others have set off, gives it a little longer (definitely not because she desperately doesn't want to have this conversation) until she finally can't put it off any longer. Zelos is off towards the other side of the clearing they'd set up camp in, so she crosses it, stopping a little further away than strictly necessary. "Hey, mind if we talk? Just-- just for a minute," she says. She flashes him a short, uncertain smile, trying to at least get across that she's not exactly mad at this point.