( Encounter )

Naminé was pacing. And thinking. And trying not to worry. And her mind was swirling with thoughts of monsters and classes she was coming to loathe and angels and abductions and where was Valentine? If he had disappeared on her, she was going to hurt him and he had better realize that while there were crazy angels on the loose he was going to have a ( Read more... )

Naminé was tired. And frustrated. And angry about her midterm, and hopeful about what Jamie and Sora had said, and scared about what she felt she was coming, and downright terrified about Valentine. And what she hadn't told him ( Read more... )

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? )