"I bet you don't remember me." -- "Only every other memory."

[singularjustice]

Who: N and whoever!
Where: Plaza.
When: Saturday Afternoon.
Style: Either or!
Status: Open.

[ There is a tall boy standing in the plaza, tea-green hair blown back behind him as a large white dragon blows warm air around him, just enough to work on drying his soaked state.

N knows he has been gone for some time. It is like waking up from a very deep sleep, where the dreams you once had were fading blur, yet it was obvious hours upon hours had passed.

He was wearing his old clothes again. He remembers the wind whipping his hair, Hilda's calls before he leapt to Reshiram's back. That memory seems so close and yet so far away.

The boy pushes it out of his mind. It does not matter now.

N is home. ]

Comments

[singularjustice]

Aside from being wet, quite well, now! I'm glad to be home.

[radiantwingedone]

.....? [ A bit of a puzzled moment. ]

Do not considered own world to hold your home? [ Not that he really has a physical 'home' of his own, but he loves his planet a bit much to really consider this place a home. ]

[singularjustice]

[ There is an awkward pause. For a moment, N's expression grows pained, his head drooping. ]

...no. Vatheon is home.

[radiantwingedone]

Hmmn. [ He lets it drop, more or less. ]

Adaptable, in a way.

[singularjustice]

Well, there is no use complaining about being here, right?

[ Smile! ]

[radiantwingedone]

True enough.