[She'd felt it all day, as soon as they'd gotten to this new world. A vague sense of something being there, an odd sensation that was both in her chest and her head and just out of reach of her hand.
And it's after she's gotten to the night's rest stop and settled there for a bit that she investigates. Because she's... it's strange, but she knows this feeling. She knows she's had it before, even though she wasn't really sure if she was able to sense its absence back on the island. Does it matter? She can definitely tell now that it's there again.
Xion finds herself a corner of the cave, holds a hand out away from her, and then closes it around the hilt of a weapon that wasn't there a second ago.
It's back. Her Keyblade's back.
She doesn't cry, doesn't laugh or anything. Just leans her forehead against the cool metal of the blade, closes her eyes, and breathes.]
F+G.
[She's been doing her best to just take her situation one thing at a time. First getting to the rest stop, then her keyblade (and other powers) being back, then getting to the city, then trying to talk and interact with the locals... Everything's finally settled down a bit and she's able to think at length about... smaller things.
Like how her coat feels really terrible with all the sand in it, and has resisted all attempts so far to get it out. Maybe um... Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to look for something else? She stops by some of the clothing stores and stalls, fingers lightly picking at the fabric of this and that, uncertain.
You can find her then, or find her later, standing outside a doorway with a pair of shopkeepers refusing to admit this strange loner, despite her protests.]
Please? I just... I just want to look.
[They shake their head at her, and continue to stand firmly in front of the door to their establishment.]
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[She'd felt it all day, as soon as they'd gotten to this new world. A vague sense of something being there, an odd sensation that was both in her chest and her head and just out of reach of her hand.
And it's after she's gotten to the night's rest stop and settled there for a bit that she investigates. Because she's... it's strange, but she knows this feeling. She knows she's had it before, even though she wasn't really sure if she was able to sense its absence back on the island. Does it matter? She can definitely tell now that it's there again.
Xion finds herself a corner of the cave, holds a hand out away from her, and then closes it around the hilt of a weapon that wasn't there a second ago.
It's back. Her Keyblade's back.
She doesn't cry, doesn't laugh or anything. Just leans her forehead against the cool metal of the blade, closes her eyes, and breathes.]
F+G.
[She's been doing her best to just take her situation one thing at a time. First getting to the rest stop, then her keyblade (and other powers) being back, then getting to the city, then trying to talk and interact with the locals... Everything's finally settled down a bit and she's able to think at length about... smaller things.
Like how her coat feels really terrible with all the sand in it, and has resisted all attempts so far to get it out. Maybe um... Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to look for something else? She stops by some of the clothing stores and stalls, fingers lightly picking at the fabric of this and that, uncertain.
You can find her then, or find her later, standing outside a doorway with a pair of shopkeepers refusing to admit this strange loner, despite her protests.]
Please? I just... I just want to look.
[They shake their head at her, and continue to stand firmly in front of the door to their establishment.]