Naminé was sitting and flipping through her sketchbook, musing a little on just about everything. Michelangelo, her would-be hero, and the lovely things he said. Her new job, which she started in the morning. Her trip to DC with Charlie, which had been lovely. A glittery cabin. Alphonse, who had given her a book and also some unusual ideas. Roxas, ( Read more... )

Naminé looked at the brochure again, closed her eyes, and focused. It was a little harder going to places you didn't know. Fandom. Alexandria. Virginia. An island, with a school ( Read more... )