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