“Something I’ve been wondering,” said Auron, without further preliminaries. “It’s been ten years since Braska defeated Sin – how exactly has that story been framed?”
“Huh?” said Wakka.
“How do the Al Bhed see it?” Auron persisted, turning to Rikku and ignoring Wakka’s flinch of discomfort. “A Yevonite victory, was it? A pious High Summoner follows the teachings and meets success?”
“I guess,” she said, blinking up at him. “The usual stuff, you know?”
“Even though his wife was your aunt?”
“He was still a Yevonite, though, right?” she said, as Wakka grimaced and twitched some more. “That’s what the books say.”
“OK,” said Jecht, “I still don’t get it, Braska. You ain’t a Yevonite, but you kinda follow the teachings, and … people don’t want you takin’ down Sin, but they’re happy enough to let you try anyway?”
“You’re not a Yevonite either, Jecht,” Auron pointed out.
Jecht looked back towards him suspiciously. “But you are. And you ain’t got no problem with goin’ around with Braska either.”
“I have my reasons,” said Auron obliquely.
Braska smiled. “There’s no need for me to be a Yevonite, Jecht. Summoners tend to be, of course; but why shouldn’t our pilgrimage change the rules?”
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2023-11-28I really like how you’ve examined the culture Braska is facing, the prejudice of marrying an Al Bhed woman but Spira being desperate enough to let him try, and how Auron feels about it all.
The second part of the drabble is a nice time shift focusing on Braska’s unconventional pilgrimage.