Setting: FFX, midway through
Theme + Number: Exposed (48)
Summary: She flaunts 'em. Might as well enjoy the view.
"Why d'you wear this thing, anyway?" Rikku turned the fur edging the mage's bodice back up to make sure her stitches didn't show, then rolled it down again to continue working on the tear. It was tricky doing spot repair on clothes that somebody was still wearing, but the Calm Lands didn't exactly have dressing rooms. "One wrong move in battle, and -- 'pop'! I guess maybe you've got some spell to prevent that, eh? Don't you ever get sunburned?"
The sorceress smiled faintly at Yuna's shy chuckle; Lulu suspected that some of Rikku's neverending prattle was meant to cheer her cousin. "Besaid temple makes a salve to protect the skin." Lulu jerked as the needle pricked her. She'd have to remember to reapply the salve over the area that Yuna's healing spells had just mended.
"Oops, sorry Lulu." Was that on purpose? The clever thief's nimble fingers seldom slipped. "It's just not fair. Wakka and Tidus won't even look at me. I mean, not that I want some blockheaded Yevonite getting any ideas, but--"
A soft tread swishing through the high grass made them start. Lulu glanced up, readying her tongue for a sharp dismissal, but it was not Tidus or Wakka trying to steal a glimpse, only Sir Auron. Rikku froze. Yuna reddened on the spot, as if supplying Lulu's embarrassment for her. The mage merely lifted an eyebrow.
The gray-haired guardian, however, didn't seem to be looking at her face. His collar and glasses made it hard to be certain, but he seemed to be staring right at her ample attributes bared to the bright sun. Her heartbeat quickened. Was the no-nonsense, curmudgeonly Sir Auron actually dazzled by their white expanse?
"Kimahri's spotted a Guado scout patrolling the rim of the gorge. The bridge may be guarded."
Yuna's face fell. "Okay."
Lulu nodded curtly, stifling a childish stab of disappointment. Apparently not.
The swordsman turned on his heel and headed back towards the male members of the party, gathered a discreet distance away where Yuna's skirts blocked their view.
Wakka and Tidus looked up from their whispering. The blitz captain eyed Sir Auron with a caustic glare, perhaps miffed that he had gotten away with something not permitted to one who had known her longer. Shaking his head, Wakka turned back to the younger athlete and resumed their muffled debate.
"They're not padded," Auron said, staring off over the grasslands. Not that he hadn't known already, but it never hurt to confirm observations by daylight.
Tidus gaped. "Oh."
Wakka elbowed him, looking even more disgruntled. "Told ya."