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Isa found them quickly afterwards, his face beaming joyously. He ran up to them eagerly, showing the duo a total of four, burlap bags, each fat with coins from different people. He gave two of them to Lea, who hefted and tested their weight experimentally. He was satisfied, and let his palm tighten around the feel of nice solid munny. Both boys were grinning at each other with ecstatic faces.
They didn't need words to describe such happiness and they let it soak in for a few, Isa tossing the precious bag in one hand while looking at the dusk-brushed sky. As he did this, he looked at Miya studiously from the corner of his eye, his mouth forming the question aloud, "Hey, do you need to be getting back to your parents soon?"
Lea looked at her too and apologized, "Sorry, we're not used to the idea of 'curfew' so if you got one and you need to be somewhere "
Miya gave a slow nod. "Uhm... yeah," she said answering Isa question.
Standing up she brushed the skirt
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Towards the back of the city, where money wasn't so elaborately lavish, lived a small district of people. They were not poor, nor discontent. They seemed to have just gotten the short straws of life when it came to getting the best, or perhaps the bustle of the center just wasn't their cup of tea.
There were two, young boys famous around that part of town for their strange way of living, but more frequently and commonly known for their practical jokes and rascal mischief.
They were walking in the middle of one of the empty streets, one in front of the other, though there was plenty of room to walk side by side. In front was a thin, wan-faced boy, his steps quick and brisk, jaw set. Behind him was another child, his features as pale as his friend's, but the contrast of their personality was evident in the way they carried themselves. The one in the back was obviously slightly taller than the one in front. He was slouched, his head was hanging, and posture slacked.
"C'mon, Lea, or we
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As the darkness of night enveloped around the quaint, comfortable city, Zuga sat in the confides of her room, lounging on the bed with her unwavering gaze set on the reflection of herself on the vanity. Her eyes slid over her features, still not accustomed to how presentable and clean she looked. It wasn't like she had ever been this way before. Master Xehanort had supplied her with sleeping attire, as Braig had been out and about for quite some time, too busy to do much about her sudden need of civilized things.
The whole situation was so surreal. She wondered if it was all truly happening. Then, she would look down at her chest and see the wishbone dangling from her necklace and her heart would make a painful thump in her ribcage and she would confirm that this was no dream. This was reality and she had to cope.
Coping meant blending in. So far, only her appearance looked slightly native. The clashing necklace was odd in apparel, for from what Zuga had seen from her window, the fe
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The leaves of the ancient trees brushed together creating a beautiful sound that floated throughout the village, some coming loose and flittering down to the garden floor. The evening breeze was falling upon the village, bringing the hint of the day's end with it. It carried the smells of the marketplace and the spring festival on its wings up to the castle, creating quite an everyday excitement for the few hands that worked inside its walls. The excitement that with the day's end came the end of the day's work and the ability to go and enjoy the festival lifted each person's spirit, from the ruler himself, down to the scullery maid.
If one thought the mazes and garden's outside the castle gates were wonderfully beautiful, then they would be blown away but the complexity and sheer magnificent beauty of those inside the gate surrounding the castle. The flowers were more exotic and numerous, and in an amazing variety of colors, shapes and sizes. The hedges were larger, fuller, and greene
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Mud squished under her heels as she followed her new master through the fog. His stooped posture allowed her to see over his head, and as far as she knew, they were completely lost. Though, he appeared to know where he was going. Zuga wondered of the elderly man was mentally ill. This land was alien to him, was it not? How could he know which way to go so easily?
She was half-tempted to ask him where they were going, but she knew better. Eventually his motives would be revealed. Besides, if he had wanted to tell her, he would have. Trailing her eyes back to her feet, she trudged obediently at his heels, feeling dejected and forgotten. The magic-wielding man in front of her hadn't said much to her yet; only his name, which was Xehanort. "Master" Xehanort is how everyone addressed him.
He had come when the monsters attacked. With his powers, he dispelled them and saved her tribe from certain doom. Afterwards, he would come and go, observing their everyday life and culture and talked