naminé had just arisen, hands wiping at her eyes as she wandered around seventh heaven. it felt nice sleeping in her own bed last night. no nightmares… and she finally had the freedom to leave as she pleased.
an assorted arrangement of crayons scattered across the table she sat at, a soft hum emitting from her as she drew within the new sketchpad her mother had gotten her. naminé still wasn’t used to referring to someone by such a maternal title, but she was beginning to like it .c.