Room 515, Tuesday, Late Morning
Naminé sat on top of her bed, thinking. About a boy with a mask and a sandcastle by the waterfront.
None of it made any sense. She could close her eyes and say it was all a misunderstanding; he'd never intended to come back. Or maybe he had been so thrilled to have his own world back that Fandom and everything in it paled in comparison, and he no longer cared to return. But it felt wrong. There was something missing here. Something she didn't quite understand.
Naminé stood up carefully and held her hand out, focusing all of her energy in front of her. It was easier to get to a location, a physical place you were describing in your mind. It was harder to imagine a person and create a doorway to them. Or, more precisely, to that person, but two feet to the left.
Harder, but not impossible. She closed her eyes, concentrating. I need to go where Valentine is.
When the portal opened, she nearly sighed with relief. Maybe he had been trapped somewhere and she could guide him back. Maybe the portal wouldn't lead anywhere at all. Maybe he would look at her incredulously for disturbing him from whatever he was doing.
Anything was better than not knowing.
With a determined chin, Naminé stepped through.
(for gavin)
None of it made any sense. She could close her eyes and say it was all a misunderstanding; he'd never intended to come back. Or maybe he had been so thrilled to have his own world back that Fandom and everything in it paled in comparison, and he no longer cared to return. But it felt wrong. There was something missing here. Something she didn't quite understand.
Naminé stood up carefully and held her hand out, focusing all of her energy in front of her. It was easier to get to a location, a physical place you were describing in your mind. It was harder to imagine a person and create a doorway to them. Or, more precisely, to that person, but two feet to the left.
Harder, but not impossible. She closed her eyes, concentrating. I need to go where Valentine is.
When the portal opened, she nearly sighed with relief. Maybe he had been trapped somewhere and she could guide him back. Maybe the portal wouldn't lead anywhere at all. Maybe he would look at her incredulously for disturbing him from whatever he was doing.
Anything was better than not knowing.
With a determined chin, Naminé stepped through.
(for gavin)