When Rikku woke up, she was relieved to see that she was, in fact, sixteen again. Sixteen: all sorts of good. 5'2" felt pretty damn tall this morning.

( She yawned, and stretched, and did the same mental recon as always after a weekend of Fandom Crazy ... )

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 ( Read more... )

Okay. She'd fed Fish, and Professor Skywalker had been amazing and was gonna help her break the news. She'd cried all over Dawn, and ranted a bit to Deadpool, and even yelled at some guy who was living in the church. She didn't even have any workshops today. Enough stalling ( Read more... )