First Entrance
[oom: pre-milliways, in which there is a door from a drawing]
When Naminé passes through the door, she is a little surprised to say the least. For one, she feels...more like she used to, when she was in the World that Never Was. The drawing is still in her hand, and it's crumpled a little in her grip as she turns her head from side to side, then up to the rafters and back down to the floor before her.
This place, it's most..unusual. It is unlike anything she's ever seen before, though it feels familiar if only because she's drawn something like this only moments ago. There are so many people...and so many things to see. She isn't quite sure whether she is intruding a place she shouldn't be in, and whether she should turn back. Only, she's so in awe that she can't move.
So, there is a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl who appears to be fifteen years old, standing in the bar space by the door in a simple white dress, a crumpled drawing in her hand. She looks a little dazed and certainly speechless.
When Naminé passes through the door, she is a little surprised to say the least. For one, she feels...more like she used to, when she was in the World that Never Was. The drawing is still in her hand, and it's crumpled a little in her grip as she turns her head from side to side, then up to the rafters and back down to the floor before her.
This place, it's most..unusual. It is unlike anything she's ever seen before, though it feels familiar if only because she's drawn something like this only moments ago. There are so many people...and so many things to see. She isn't quite sure whether she is intruding a place she shouldn't be in, and whether she should turn back. Only, she's so in awe that she can't move.
So, there is a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl who appears to be fifteen years old, standing in the bar space by the door in a simple white dress, a crumpled drawing in her hand. She looks a little dazed and certainly speechless.