Naminé was sitting on the roof with her sketchpad. It was safer there. She didn't want to start singing today.

( Which wasn't really an option, today, was it? )

"Well, Felix," Naminé mused, talking to her charge while she sketched, "I do hope you enjoyed your trip Out today. You got to see a very nice store, and visit with one of your parents. And I do believe it's good for you to see your father at work. How else are he and your mother to afford my services ( Read more... )

Naminé was stretched out on the unused bed, working diligently on an abstract. She'd never tried to do an abstract before, but the shapes were just sort of suggesting themselves and she made it a point not to argue with art. Because that way only led madness.

Her door was wide open.

(Expecting a sib, but also open!)

It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, and Naminé was sitting with her sketchpad in her lap, Alea stretched out before her on a pillow ( Read more... )

Having left her shift at Café Fina earlier than expected, Naminé sat in a secluded spot on the beach, sketching.

Gavin had suggested sending a message, and she'd nearly dismissed the idea out of hand. But the post office here didn't work like normal ones. Her letter to Riku, with only a name on it, had received a replyMaybe it was because she'd ( Read more... )

Naminé had resisted as long as she could, but she finally had to call Valentine.

Considering for a few moments, she also placed a call to Roxas, and then remembered to thank Katara for helping her at the post office.

She left her door open while she sketched and tried not to think about sandcastles.

... How odd, she had a message, and she hadn't ( Read more... )

Naminé went out to the beach at sunset, sitting down in the sand and pulling out her sketchbook ( Read more... )