Third Person: Riding the train was a strange and solemn procession. It was so quiet, yet ... oddly peaceful. Waking up there had, of course, sent Xion into a high panic - why was she anywhere but with Sora - but without anyone to answer her questions, she had to simply wait it out. And the view, at least to start, had been pretty, speeding through rolling fields like nothing she'd ever seen before.
Then the fog had descended, and she'd been left entirely to her thoughts.
Nervous fidgeting got her to realize something was in her pocket. That something, on startled inspection, turned out to be a pocket watch. But why would I have something like this? I've never actually seen one of these before... Xion inspected the silver watch, turning it over and over in her hands. There was an almost indigo sheen to the metal, something that made it seem otherworldly. Why was it here? Who had put it in her pocket? The same person - or people - who had somehow ... brought her back?
Xion's hand curled around the watch, so tightly her fingers began to tremble. Sora... would he go back to sleep without her? Something worse? What about Roxas? And Riku? And Axel.... everyone she cared about was in danger as long as she was here. Not where she was meant to be...
"This train has to be going somewhere," she said to no one. "Maybe when I get there, I'll get some answers."
That was the sort of thing Roxas would say.
So when the train came to a halt, Xion needed no subtle prompting to leave. She hopped off the train and looked around, firming her resolve. This would take some investigation, and she still knew how to do that. All she had to do was pull up her hood, and try not to be seen... and start her search.
This all would have been rather quicker if she'd bothered to open the watch and see that it was more than just a timepiece. But for now, it was simply slipped into her pocket, to be examined more closely later. Xion had a job to do, and she set off at a trot to do it.
Xion | Kindgom Hearts | RESERVED 5 SECONDS AGO | 3/3 (DONE NOW)
Third Person: Riding the train was a strange and solemn procession. It was so quiet, yet ... oddly peaceful. Waking up there had, of course, sent Xion into a high panic - why was she anywhere but with Sora - but without anyone to answer her questions, she had to simply wait it out. And the view, at least to start, had been pretty, speeding through rolling fields like nothing she'd ever seen before.
Then the fog had descended, and she'd been left entirely to her thoughts.
Nervous fidgeting got her to realize something was in her pocket. That something, on startled inspection, turned out to be a pocket watch. But why would I have something like this? I've never actually seen one of these before... Xion inspected the silver watch, turning it over and over in her hands. There was an almost indigo sheen to the metal, something that made it seem otherworldly. Why was it here? Who had put it in her pocket? The same person - or people - who had somehow ... brought her back?
Xion's hand curled around the watch, so tightly her fingers began to tremble. Sora... would he go back to sleep without her? Something worse? What about Roxas? And Riku? And Axel.... everyone she cared about was in danger as long as she was here. Not where she was meant to be...
"This train has to be going somewhere," she said to no one. "Maybe when I get there, I'll get some answers."
That was the sort of thing Roxas would say.
So when the train came to a halt, Xion needed no subtle prompting to leave. She hopped off the train and looked around, firming her resolve. This would take some investigation, and she still knew how to do that. All she had to do was pull up her hood, and try not to be seen... and start her search.
This all would have been rather quicker if she'd bothered to open the watch and see that it was more than just a timepiece. But for now, it was simply slipped into her pocket, to be examined more closely later. Xion had a job to do, and she set off at a trot to do it.