Seraph X
Prince of the Realm of Dreams
@Hitomi
(Here we go!)
Seated as was his custom in his study, the aged sorcerer sighed deeply as he mulled over recent events. How had things come to the point they had? He often asked himself this, particularly when considering the developments regarding Xehanort.
Opening his eyes, he gazed about the room, glancing over every occupant. There was, of course, Mickey, the King of Disney Castle, slowly pacing by the door to the wardrobe room, as well as Donald and Goofy in their garb from when they'd travelled with Sora, watching him with worry and apprehension. There was Lea, dressed now in clothes reminiscent of those he'd apparently worn when he'd lived in Radiant Garden before the Heartless had consumed it in darkness, absentmindedly twirling his Keyblade, Eternal Flame (Unofficial name, to my knowledge), as he, too looked over the occupants of the room whilst leaning beside the bookshelf by the door into the study. And there was Riku, seated across from the aged master of magic and watching the king pace with a look of patience he had to admit he was relieved and proud to see.
Of course, he didn't have to glance behind his chair to see the last occupant of the room.
Kairi had refused to leave the window since the end of her most recent lesson in handling the Keyblade's powers. She was progressing well in combat, and she seemed to excel in the usage of magic - particularly healing spells. But he knew that her current worries, etched clearly across her face, weren't in regards to her progress. They were in regards to the person she'd been most eager to see again after arriving, the person who hadn't come back yet from his personal venture into the Sleeping Worlds.
Sora was unusually late in returning, that was definitely certain.
Sighing, Yen Sid gently rubbed at the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes again as he listened to the soft sounds of rustling fabric and strained, quiet grunting just outside his study's door.
Why must those two lower themselves to spying like this? Do the Evil Fairy and her servant not realize the folly in eavesdropping on such a gathering as this? I must work more vigorously to improve the tower's defenses against such intrusions from now on.
(Here we go!)
Seated as was his custom in his study, the aged sorcerer sighed deeply as he mulled over recent events. How had things come to the point they had? He often asked himself this, particularly when considering the developments regarding Xehanort.
Opening his eyes, he gazed about the room, glancing over every occupant. There was, of course, Mickey, the King of Disney Castle, slowly pacing by the door to the wardrobe room, as well as Donald and Goofy in their garb from when they'd travelled with Sora, watching him with worry and apprehension. There was Lea, dressed now in clothes reminiscent of those he'd apparently worn when he'd lived in Radiant Garden before the Heartless had consumed it in darkness, absentmindedly twirling his Keyblade, Eternal Flame (Unofficial name, to my knowledge), as he, too looked over the occupants of the room whilst leaning beside the bookshelf by the door into the study. And there was Riku, seated across from the aged master of magic and watching the king pace with a look of patience he had to admit he was relieved and proud to see.
Of course, he didn't have to glance behind his chair to see the last occupant of the room.
Kairi had refused to leave the window since the end of her most recent lesson in handling the Keyblade's powers. She was progressing well in combat, and she seemed to excel in the usage of magic - particularly healing spells. But he knew that her current worries, etched clearly across her face, weren't in regards to her progress. They were in regards to the person she'd been most eager to see again after arriving, the person who hadn't come back yet from his personal venture into the Sleeping Worlds.
Sora was unusually late in returning, that was definitely certain.
Sighing, Yen Sid gently rubbed at the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes again as he listened to the soft sounds of rustling fabric and strained, quiet grunting just outside his study's door.
Why must those two lower themselves to spying like this? Do the Evil Fairy and her servant not realize the folly in eavesdropping on such a gathering as this? I must work more vigorously to improve the tower's defenses against such intrusions from now on.
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