Namine arrived back at her room a little later than usual. Today had been painting day on the theatrical deck, so cleaning up had taken longer than other times, and she still had bits of paint under her nails. It had been fun, though, and at least the satellite provided smocks so she didn't get her clothes messy. White really wasn't the best color to wear when you liked to draw or make things.
Seeing Riku had dropped off a picture made her smile as well. It looked like he'd understood her message, too. Or at least, understood enough to guess what she'd been trying to say. She'd seen Sora's memories, and not any she'd known of before, so they had to be from the time he'd been at home for a while.
For her response, she redrew her picture of the discussion with Yen Sid, only this time it took up the whole page. In a corner, she placed herself as sort of a half-transparent, ghostly figure; not there, but still observing, and looking worried. From what little she knew, conversations with Yen Sid usually meant another adventure, which meant dangerous things possibly happening.
Beside herself in the picture, she wrote the word "yes".
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Seeing Riku had dropped off a picture made her smile as well. It looked like he'd understood her message, too. Or at least, understood enough to guess what she'd been trying to say. She'd seen Sora's memories, and not any she'd known of before, so they had to be from the time he'd been at home for a while.
For her response, she redrew her picture of the discussion with Yen Sid, only this time it took up the whole page. In a corner, she placed herself as sort of a half-transparent, ghostly figure; not there, but still observing, and looking worried. From what little she knew, conversations with Yen Sid usually meant another adventure, which meant dangerous things possibly happening.
Beside herself in the picture, she wrote the word "yes".