sena » 001 (the return)

[carrying_hope]

Who: Sena and everyone else~
Where: Espoir
Style: Either's fine with me. I'll respond in kind.
Status: Open like a really open thing.

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[insorrow]

[It's a nice afternoon. Sun slanting through the trees, birds on the wing - yup, all that good stuff and Ken, being Ken, has decided to spend said beautiful afternoon getting closer to nature - well, in Espoir, anyway. Well, summer's getting closer and closer to being over and, since you never know when this place is next going to decide it's going to go to Hell without so much as bothering to provide the proverbial handbasket, he figures he might as well make the most of what peace and warmth there is.

[This might have been easier if Aya hadn't decided she wanted a piggy back ride but hey. Ken never was one for doing things the easy way, and on the subject of that... well, dammit. Ken sighs, trying to blow a handful of hair out of his face and this might have been rather easier if it had only been his hair. Shame it isn't, really...]

Uh, Aya? That kinda tickles...

[stillneedsakiss]

[Aya is just momentarily surprised, but collects her hair into one fist and holds it at the nape of her neck.]

Sorry. It's a little windy today isn't it?

[carrying_hope]

[Sena pushes through the wheat, stumbling out of the field and onto the pathway next to it--right in front of Ken and Aya. He's looking in a different direction, and doesn't see them behind him.]

[insorrow]

[Which really had to be the last thing that Ken was expecting, on two fronts.

[First and foremost: here was someone stepping from a cornfield onto the path before him never mind that if anyone had asked Ken what the total population of said cornfield was ten seconds ago his response would have been 'zero plus a scarecrow'. That alone was quite enough to have him stopping short, stumbling back a pace - any closer and he'd probably have walked right into the guy and that would not have been good for anybody's health.

[Secondly - and, perhaps, more importantly - there was the question of said cornfield-fancier's identity. A boy not much younger than Omi was, someone who by rights he should never have met, not as he was now: someone who he'd been quite certain he should never have seen again, and yet there he was and it was a minor miracle he didn't drop Aya the minute he'd laid eyes on the guy. Ken stared.]

Sena!

[soleilesque]

[Rather than a castle, have a floating god. A curious floating god.]

You don't seem lost.

[carrying_hope]

Heh...I guess I'm not. I just slept a lot longer than I thought I did...

[Hi, floating god! Meet dead kid.]

[soleilesque]

[The start of a beautiful friendship.]

How long did you think you slept?

[carrying_hope]

[Whee!]

A...month and a half?

[or so?]