Milliton was a small port town on the east of Rose Island that was regularly used as a meeting spot between guardians and summoners. Though, Sabina wasn’t too sure if she wanted a guardian who could nag her to do things she didn’t want to do, for now she was rather pleased to be alone.

“I’d like to book passage for one please, to Kilika Island.”

“Kilika? What’re you looking to go over there for?”

The port’s administration department was a clean building to say the least, there was an air of sterile-ness and perfection however most of the people that were queuing up to book a place on a boat weren’t quite as clean as the building. And what strange people! There were men that looked like men but weren’t, because of their distinct lion-ish appearance and the horn’s sticking out of their head. There were people dressed in bright coloured clothes, wearing sunglasses and goggles who spoke in hushed tones. Some of them were carrying staffs and others were carrying swords, though they all seemed to be on pilgrimage.

“Excuse me… Miss?” The voice seemed unfamiliar to her, though she had just been talking to the man a couple of seconds ago.

“Oh, sorry, what were you saying?”

“What is the purpose of your voyage?”

“I-I’m on my pilgrimage” she stuttered, the man was making her nervous.

“Hm… You going without your guardians?” he asked, in a rather matter-of-fact manner.

“Are you implying that I’m unable to find guardians?” she snapped at him.

“No, of course not. Gee, are you sure Kilika ain’t too hot for you, miss ice queen?”

“Oh just give me the damn tickets…”

After the unpleasantries of the ticket-salesman and the earlier discovery that the Southern Temple was submerged under-water, Sabina wasn’t in the best mood upon the S.S. Pride, the boat sailing towards Kilika. Though that didn’t stop her from adding little details to the plan she had made.

The plan had been formulated as she trekked from the Southern Temple all the way back to Milliton, she knew that the Aeon held within the Southern Temple would have to be powerful thanks to it’s dormancy and lack of work, the only implication was getting to it. However, Sabina was no ignoramus, she knew that Blitzball player’s were efficient at holding their breath, so all she really had to do was find a Blitzball player to be her guardian and lull him into a false sense of security and trust, then she would use his abilities to get inside the Southern Temple and take the Aeon that she so rightfully deserved. And everybody knew that the Kilika Beasts had the hottest Blitzball players around, and hopefully the dumbest to coincide with her plans.
When she arrived on Kilika it was already the afternoon, a little bit after lunchtime, something that she only noticed due to the lack of food that she had endured on the journey on the S.S. Pride. However, as sorry as she felt for herself, there was no one near to be sympathetic, so she quickly changed her mindset onto the appropriate task at hand.

There was a group kicking around a ball nearby, but on closer inspection they all seemed too young to actually be of any use to her. She wasn’t certain if they were playing Blitzball or not, after all, she wasn’t exactly well-informed when it came to the in-depth parts of sports, such as what the players actually do, but she had to admit that they looked like they had skill in what they were doing.

She sat down near the group, but not too close for fear of getting hit by the ball, and watched and waited. Her theory was that if they were skilled with a ball, then surely they must somehow be related to a good-looking, well-skilled Blitzball player, who just might happen too come and walk his little brother home. Of course, the only flaw in the plan is that she eventually got bored watching the ball go back and forth between the children and she felt her eyes wander, scouting for the very thing she need most.

Sitting at the end of a pier, were two boys, one was shorter than the other and they both looked capable of the criteria she had laid out. They looked similar from the distance she was at, perhaps they were brothers? Whatever they were she knew that if she kept staring at the two of them whilst looking as attractive as she possibly could (which came naturally, of course) then she would catch their attention, no matter how thick or dimwitted they may turn out to be.