It wasn't the best day she'd had in a while. Hamlet was gone again, and she had no idea how to help him. Or if he'd even be able to stay in touch. And what if he was stuck here, some sort of Unsent? Shouldn't she be asking Yunie to Send him? Except ... she didn't really want him to go. Wasn't that nice and selfish of her
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Rikku was sitting out on the cliffs over Selkie Cove, a sleeping cat in her lap, thinking about everything Professor Skywalker had said after Flight class. Thinking about how tired and flat Horatio's voice had sounded on the phone. Thinking about the week spent repeating the same words over and over again and crying and apologizing and raging and
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Rikku was hanging out in her room, feeling kinda weirdly unsettled.
There were new students, which rocked. She'd met a number of them at the picnic, and they seemed like a pretty cool bunch. Plus she got to hang out with Gavin and there'd been an incident with the onion dip and thus, seriously good times.
Rikku set Caladbolg carefully on the carpeting, placing the symbol and the sketch over it. It wasn't much, but it was the best she could do. Now she just had to hope it was enough
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Rikku sat nervously, waiting for everyone to arrive. She hadn't managed much sleep the night before, but the warm-fuzzy-Jude-kitten in her lap was helping. A lot.
Once everyone got settled, Rikku took a deep breath and started talking.
Okay, this was crazy. This was beyond crazy. That was the craziest bit, how weirdly sane it was. But ... this might work. For real this time, without anything going wrong. Without anyone getting hurt. She might really be able to bring him back.
Rikku still felt dumb about that mistake in Forensings Class. They wouldn't have a real dead person sitting there, answering questions; this was a school, after all. Right? Right
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