It seemed like the distant hum and always in tune music never ceased in the temple. Sitting there, silently, letting it flow through her very being, Nyx had easily gotten used to drowning it out, however lovely it seemed to be. She would have been on the shore, but to her second cousin's bidding, she came to the temple. Reflection, silence, a time to gather her thoughts, which as of late were quite a few. She enjoyed her time in Besaid, but wanted to be somewhere where she wasn't recognized, somewhere where people wouldn't be stopping her and asking for her autograph or striking up a conversation, or, as she was starting to hate, trying to strike up a lot more.

But where could she go that no one would recognize her?

"The bottom of the Moonflow?" she smirked to herself, her eyes closed as she sat cross legged near a great statue, one of a being long since passed. The smirk faded as she heard some sort of bustle outside, a sigh escaping her lips as she opened her eyes. Eyes so graciously touched with the unique Al Bhed swirl, a glittering forest green. Uncrossing her legs and standing, she grabbed her sword, a large weapon fashioned after Paine's, the blade black and the lower part of it a contrasting white. The hilt was a simple dark green with a giant golden spade design going from the tip of it onto the blade, glittering in the fiery light of the dimly lit temple. Putting her sword on her back in its secure sheath, she smoothed out the fabric of her outfit, looking down to see her belt nearly falling further off her hips than she liked. She sighed in slight frustration, unbuckling it then re-buckling it on the next hole over. She really shouldn't have skipped out on breakfast. Making sure the rest of the straps to her outfit were in order, she checked her hair, happy to see the beautiful golden strands were all in place in their usual wacky style, taken of course from her mother's taste.

She ignored the sounds of her footfalls, loud ones caused by the great echo in the room that amplified the sound of her boots, heading towards the outside.
Unaware that the sun had already come out, she held her arm out in front of her face, shielding her eyes as they took a moment to adjust. More movement than usual was over near the docks, so she safely assumed that someone must have been arriving. The people of Besaid always got a little...worked up...when it came to visitors. Her entrance the week prior had drawn what seemed like the entire village.

Nyx yawned and stretched out her arms, her coruscating eyes now well adjusted to the dawn's arrival.

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