A lost warrior.

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          ❛ when i wake? ❜ came repeated words, confusion evident in her tone.  ❛ does this mean– i’m in a dream? are you not… really here? ❜

           ❝ To be honest with you, who knows. From where I stand, I am very much here. ❞ 

A shrug, resting on the floor cross legged as she stares off into the distance. Her hand patting the space besides her; an invitation for the fledging keyblade wielder. 

“What?” Welp. That really threw him off. He just titled his head with the most confused look ever. Although his hand absentmindedly covered his mouth and brushed away any possible crumbs just in case. He did eat a corn dog for lunch earlier. “Are you okay? Or is something on my face?”

Eyes traced the slightly miffed features the boy possessed. By essence, they were so familiar to the close friend yet bore striking differences; enough that they could be marked apart. Their choice of words being the most obvious for keyblade wielder.

♕ - “I mean! Not to say I just go around walking into anyone’s houses or anything!” He quickly corrects while raising up his hands in mock surrender. Something within his heart tells him that shtick is taken by another legendary hero anyways.

None the less the lesson Aqua provides is one he needs a good reminder of. That sense of peril now days is incredibly hard to snap into motion within him. A slow nod those chestnut spikes supplies the answer he’s following along, tic for tac.

“But there really is so much to see. Though! Legendary and dangerous places in the open is a different story right? I know we’re a pair of tough customers that can handle things or people that are trying to do harm there.”

She chuckles, listening to the unwavering enthusiasm and drive etched within the words of a self-proclaimed adventurer. It rubbed off on her a bit, considering the endless possibilities through investigating a local myth or untraversed territory. The consequences becoming an afterthought when the boon outmatched it.

A familiar magic some of the smallest expeditions had on her.

            ❝  Boy, there’s something different about your mouth. ❞

          ❝  The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake. ❞

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