Blossom didn't care that it was getting colder or that the sun was setting. She was going to hang here and look out at the island, back and whole (sort of) again, a bit longer. She loved this town, and she'd missed it when that stupid maze had taken it away. Stupid magic maze.

"Ah! I forgot!" She pulled out her phone and zipped off an email to ( Read more... )

Momoko was confused and upset and mad. And that meant Momoko was flying. Or, well, Blossom was. She had Gym tomorrow and Jaime was in the same class; she needed to calm down before then. So, in between loops and falls she was making in the night sky, she let her thoughts run through her mind, hoping that would help ( Read more... )

Momoko's emails home were always an exercise in revisionist history.

( //Hi Mom, dad, and Kuriko!!// )

Momoko had been a bit moody thinking how close graduation was getting and that soon many of her friends would be leaving forever. And then? Then she was going to be a senior! That meant she would be leaving in a year. And she had no idea what she was going to do ( Read more... )

Momoko was in her room, pacing and listening to her phone, obviously impatient. Finally, in a frustrated tone ( Read more... )

After much of the day in the library, Momoko had found research to be as boring and hard as she'd always thought it was. But what else could she do? Like she'd said in her voicemail to Rikku ealier, it wasn't like this was an invasion that she could fight. And she hated sitting around waiting, doing nothing, being useless when there was trouble. ( Read more... )