Room 515, Friday, Before the Dance
The truth was, Naminé was nervous.
Not about dancing, as her new friend Cassandra had shown her that it was really as simple as moving yourself in time to another person. Nor about her date, as Valentine was as charming as ever.
Naminé sighed again and examined her reflection again. She had skipped past white and blue and silver and pastels and gone straight for a vivid purple gown. The very nice girl at Pixie Dust had reassured her that she looked chic. But people would notice her. She couldn't fade into the background if she was wearing it.
Particularly considering the eye mask she'd found to go with it. Gorgeous. But it clamored for attention. And what if Valentine thought she was mocking him, somehow? Or if the mask was wrong for her face in some intrinsic mask way that she, not having a proper face, wouldn't know?
She had only thought it would be a nice surprise, for him, and she looked foolish and perhaps she should change immediately and tell Valentine that she had come down with the flu.
(Open, should anyone want to stop in to see a rather flaily Naminé. Thread with Valentine will be last chronologically.)
Not about dancing, as her new friend Cassandra had shown her that it was really as simple as moving yourself in time to another person. Nor about her date, as Valentine was as charming as ever.
Naminé sighed again and examined her reflection again. She had skipped past white and blue and silver and pastels and gone straight for a vivid purple gown. The very nice girl at Pixie Dust had reassured her that she looked chic. But people would notice her. She couldn't fade into the background if she was wearing it.
Particularly considering the eye mask she'd found to go with it. Gorgeous. But it clamored for attention. And what if Valentine thought she was mocking him, somehow? Or if the mask was wrong for her face in some intrinsic mask way that she, not having a proper face, wouldn't know?
She had only thought it would be a nice surprise, for him, and she looked foolish and perhaps she should change immediately and tell Valentine that she had come down with the flu.
(Open, should anyone want to stop in to see a rather flaily Naminé. Thread with Valentine will be last chronologically.)