http://mellifluently.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] mellifluently.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] queenoflogs2011-04-20 04:34 pm

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Characters: [livejournal.com profile] mellifluently & [livejournal.com profile] mnementomori
Date: 20th April
Summary: An expedition into the wilds with the intent of attempting to make an ocean.
Warnings: N/A


Mahalia had seen Xion's message on the vine, and though she hadn't replied at the time, she was a little concerned over the girl. She seemed to be doing well, happy and excited at the dance, but so many of her friends had come and gone, and that could be trying on anyone. Xion seemed so small, and oddly naive in a way Mahalia didn't really understand, but she was happy to answer the girl's questions and help her in any way possible.

Which is why she thinks today, she should seek her out and spend a some time with her, try to take her mind off the people she missed. Mahalia was used to doing it for herself, finding distractions, company. It was easier that way, though it never took the ache away completely.

She isn't entirely sure where Xion stays, but Paderau has told her that the huge clock tower at the edge of the dunes was Xion's creation. Perhaps too large a structure to find one person in, really, especially when Xion could be somewhere else entirely. She should really ask a cat to take her to the girl, but she gets distracted exploring the train station, poking around like a curious bird. Even if a train station would normally seem quite mundane, it was something that clearly held meaning to Xion, and so Mahalia found it fascinating. She stands on the empty platform and chirps out a brief tune, eyes closed as she listens to the way the sound echoes and moves through the place.
mnementomori: (a⒩d whe⒩ her breath was)

[personal profile] mnementomori 2011-05-17 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Right."

She grins up at her friend, brimming with excitement.

"I guess we should start, then. Umm, on three?"

She reaches for those precious memories of hers--the smell of brine, the rhythm of the waves, the sun making the sand and water glitter. Some other things creep in, too...a shadow above her, silver hair and black cloth. His voice, low and comforting despite the words he was speaking, words that struck her heart like needles.

She swallows and pushes that memory away, searching for the laughter she'd heard in Sora's memories, instead.
Edited 2011-05-17 03:26 (UTC)
mnementomori: (the Su⒩ kept sett⒤⒩g ↦sett⒤⒩)

[personal profile] mnementomori 2011-05-20 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
She mimics Mahalia's gesture, feeling the grains shift around her hand like all the times she's come to collect it before. But this time is different. She doesn't draw it in, but pushes out. With her mind, her feelings.

When she opens her eyes, the dunes are gone. Replaced by sparkling blue-green water as far as the eye can see. Coconut trees have sprung up around them, and the familiar line of that wooden bridge leads out to the small island she remembers so well.

It's real. She squeezes Mahalia's hand, feeling her heart beat even faster.

"It worked! It really worked!"