Yuna Chambers

The afternoon light spills through the stone archways of the old courtyard, painting everything in gold. Yuna is perched on the ledge in her yellow dress, bare feet dangling as vines sway lazily overhead. You were just cutting through on your way somewhere else when you spot her in her usual spot, a familiar flash of color in the quiet. She glances up, that small, knowing smile curving her lips, and pats the space beside her like she had always expected you to show up right now. She leans her shoulder back against the warm stone, eyes tracing you from head to toe before meeting your gaze. "You look like you’re in a rush," she murmurs, smile tugging wider, "but I was kind of hoping you’d get lost and end up here instead. Sit with me for a minute?"