[ Yeah, about that. Not quite something she's about to believe she'll have the time for, you know. Since she should be kinda not there and all. Unless what he's said is really true.
She lets him unlock the door, watching cautiously. It's strange but then it isn't to see him with a keyblade. Strange because he's a boy named Ven and it's a keyblade she's never seen before yet not because, again, he looks so much like him. Perhaps in the end, that's the only thing that's keeping her as calm as she remains. Because it's not just in appearance or voice either. It's the way he carries himself, the reassurance...
Xion walks off the rest of those thoughts though because at the moment, there's other matters she has to figure out. And inside the mansion, she hopes to settle them. One way or another. The foyer is as open, dark, and quiet as she remembers it when she first stepped in. Although as she steps further in, she can't dismiss the way dust kicks up under her heels. It's not an incredible amount, but it's noticeable. She frowns at it, but it doesn't stop her from crossing the room. She ignores the first floor entirely, instead making for the stairs. She takes to them warily, glancing over her shoulder here and there. But eventually, there are no more steps and she's on the landing only a couple feet off from her destination. And it's there that she pauses. ]
THAT WOULD BE THE BEST STORY-SONG EVER
She lets him unlock the door, watching cautiously. It's strange but then it isn't to see him with a keyblade. Strange because he's a boy named Ven and it's a keyblade she's never seen before yet not because, again, he looks so much like him. Perhaps in the end, that's the only thing that's keeping her as calm as she remains. Because it's not just in appearance or voice either. It's the way he carries himself, the reassurance...
Xion walks off the rest of those thoughts though because at the moment, there's other matters she has to figure out. And inside the mansion, she hopes to settle them. One way or another. The foyer is as open, dark, and quiet as she remembers it when she first stepped in. Although as she steps further in, she can't dismiss the way dust kicks up under her heels. It's not an incredible amount, but it's noticeable. She frowns at it, but it doesn't stop her from crossing the room. She ignores the first floor entirely, instead making for the stairs. She takes to them warily, glancing over her shoulder here and there. But eventually, there are no more steps and she's on the landing only a couple feet off from her destination. And it's there that she pauses. ]