Sena sat on the highest point of the ship possible, sitting cross legged with her blade across her lap. Her eyes were closed.. she was listening to the songs of the voices in her head. The call of the seas breeze caressed her ears, reminding her... just a bit.. of her uncle. How when she was young he'd pick her up and toss her in the air. Ah... but whose memories did it truly belong to?
Her eyes opened. Her inner self was lost to her ears... but at least with the silence that came up here, knowing her chocobo was below deck and nestled comfortably in the chocobo nests, she was able to meditate in peace.