This is where the current story would come to take place. For the World Order may be a well balanced guideline, it holds many, many exceptions to the rule.

The particular case of allowing a rare High Summoner be assisted with a journey with the King of Hearts was a new path to come to fruition.

What comes as the expectation of their journey would be of a unique boundary. A disturbance was felt, ancient, great powers colliding with stirring awakening of an even more ancient darkness. Maybe fate was actively working with the brave for this circumstance, to find the call of those who would drive into the boundless danger to ensure these ancient spirits find safety. That is what brought the two parties together; heroes who managed to save countless, and to unite even greater, wondrous strengths together.

To think it'd upon the ones known as Sora and Yuna to get the momentum truly kicked off. While the main gist of their mission has been relayed, all that's left is preparation and departure..

And of course, a nice meeting to rouse the spirits.

"Gawrsh Sora!" A cheerful volley of laughter follows down the winding halls, earning a low squawk and a scoff of a chuckle. "If I hadn't known better there, I'd say you were almost looking forward to heading to the dreamy words again."

"And why wouldn't I be?" He immediately rebuttals, a joyful, high spirited grin following that statement. "Not only is my body gonna stay in its the current time, but I'm actually travelin' with company too! I can't tell ya how weird it was to grow in reverse the way I did.."

Donald's brow immediately stirred up at this, giving a disbelieving gaze towards the Gullwings, almost embarrassed by the way he put that. "There's no such thing as growing backwards, you shrunk Sora!"

"Hey! Pretty much the same thing!" He mentions with his shoulders hunched in a defensive shrug. That same stare stirred right over to the Gullwings in kind.

"Right ladies? Y'all dealt with tricky time stuff before, right?" Which is a pretty broad assumption, but knowing their strength, he wouldn't be surprised at all.

YOU THREE

1 v 1 behind a local Dennys immediately for this kind sort of sentiment! That said, I'm certainly glad that the Sora experience is being enjoyed here to this extent.

Cause it's high damn time I got a lot more delivered on the plate. The guys one of my OG muses for a reason! And I certain love to share this all around for all the good profound moments and hijinks level of adventure that can be provided.

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☄|| A mage...how quaint. An educated guess as to what the woman before him was, anyways. While Torama himself couldn't physically speak the human language, that was where telepathy came into play. There was definitely mana flowing through her entire being, just as it coursed through his own. The elegant feline reared his head and emerged from the grass. His chest was puffed out, on full display while the rest of his muscles rippled in anticipation. The deep voice that made his thoughts audible would reach Yuna's ears once more.

//May I reply to this? ^^

🐝  *  ―  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.  // @spiras-summoner

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? If something happens to you then it's all over, isn't it?"

There's a small smile on her face, though she can't quite bring herself to look at the summoner's face. She can't imagine a kinder person with a crueller fate. Fate's funny that way, isn't it? Perhaps there are other summoners who wouldn't be missed, but someone like Yuna...

Lenne can't help but sigh, trying her best not to frown. It's not fair to be so upset about the fate of another, or rather, it's not fair to show or voice such unhapiness.

"If something happens to me, just keep going. It isn't fair for me to ask anything else of you."

quotes that broke me starters // @spiras-summoner

"I..."

She can't.

Death is not something she's accustomed to, grasping the hand of a dying man is something Lenneth never thought she'd do. The stage is a second home, the exhilaration of performing for an adoring crowd and feeling nothing but the beat are both as natural to her as breathing. To see a man clinging to life after potions and magic have failed him, just waiting to disappear is new, alien and she couldn't quite bring herself to look until the summoner said otherwise.

But she has to.

Perhaps it's her own bad luck, but she seems to make eye contact with the man just as his grip goes slack. For a brief moment, she thinks of how unfair it feels and the silence that follows seems deafening. The songstress bites her lip before speaking, voice hoarse. Why does it hurt to speak? Why does she feel like she's choking?