[Sora doesn't mind spending time on his own. That is- he's glad that his friends are here because they mean so much to him, because he's worked so hard and so long just to see their faces again. To know it'd be okay to finally go back home all together. But it isn't that simple either, because they aren't meeting up somewhere new or visiting a strange world to explore. There isn't a going back after this.
He wouldn't describe himself as restless because he's always enjoyed sleeping too much for that. But there's no napping through the way the thoughts circle around each other. There's only what he can do with his hands, something small to stay busy.
He's been collecting logs that had washed up in the storm, carting them down the beach by rolling them into the water just enough to rely on it's buoyancy to do the heavy lifting. It's a long process, but they've got nothing if not time, right? A small pile in different shapes and sizes are near the boathouse, outside the shelter itself- and pulled up onto shore is a raft. The design is simple but sturdy- wood that's been tied together in a series of loops while steering poles and oars are propped up near the storage shed. And that's where Sora is when he sees the light coming. He's rounding the side with his lantern dangling from the crook of his elbow. His hands are a little sore from working nonstop the last few days, but the worst part is trying to find the splinters in his palms and work them back out. Light is in short enough supply as it is.
Still, he pauses for just a moment when he sees the blue light. Begins walking again once he hears his name. And then, because that's who Sora is- he raises one arm and waves; the single light point on an expanse of dark shore.]
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[Sora doesn't mind spending time on his own. That is- he's glad that his friends are here because they mean so much to him, because he's worked so hard and so long just to see their faces again. To know it'd be okay to finally go back home all together. But it isn't that simple either, because they aren't meeting up somewhere new or visiting a strange world to explore. There isn't a going back after this.
He wouldn't describe himself as restless because he's always enjoyed sleeping too much for that. But there's no napping through the way the thoughts circle around each other. There's only what he can do with his hands, something small to stay busy.
He's been collecting logs that had washed up in the storm, carting them down the beach by rolling them into the water just enough to rely on it's buoyancy to do the heavy lifting. It's a long process, but they've got nothing if not time, right? A small pile in different shapes and sizes are near the boathouse, outside the shelter itself- and pulled up onto shore is a raft. The design is simple but sturdy- wood that's been tied together in a series of loops while steering poles and oars are propped up near the storage shed. And that's where Sora is when he sees the light coming. He's rounding the side with his lantern dangling from the crook of his elbow. His hands are a little sore from working nonstop the last few days, but the worst part is trying to find the splinters in his palms and work them back out. Light is in short enough supply as it is.
Still, he pauses for just a moment when he sees the blue light. Begins walking again once he hears his name. And then, because that's who Sora is- he raises one arm and waves; the single light point on an expanse of dark shore.]
Hey! Over here!