Post by Ventus on May 29, 2017 1:26:29 GMT
Ventus wiped sweat from his brow as he emerged from the portal, Keyblade in hand. Another world explored, and another bust. It was really starting to get discouraging, and tiring, to say the least. Ready for a break, he sat down, Keyblade placed next to him, as he picked at the grass, blowing gently in the breeze. There was an uncountable amount of portals in the meadow, all shimmering with a dull radiance. He's been through at least four just that day, looking for any signs of his own world.
"Figures it would be another bust... Why is it so hard to find?"
He fell back to lie down, hands behind his head as he looked to the sky, puffy clouds lazily drifting by. It was nice to take a break, and over time, he felt his breathing regulate to a slow pace. He played with the idea of picking out a few shapes, but got bored of it fast, and sat up, stretching. Another look around, and then he stood, cupping his hands to his mouth.
"Aqua! Terra! Where are you? It's me, Ventus!"
No answer. He'd expected that, but it still hurt to think he was there without them. They were supposed to be inseparable, but he could not find them. Taking out his Wayfinder, he frowned, then clenched his hand around it. He would find them. He was deadset on that. But for now, he needed to head back. So he began the walk back to the hub, Keyblade rested on his shoulder as he walked.
"Figures it would be another bust... Why is it so hard to find?"
He fell back to lie down, hands behind his head as he looked to the sky, puffy clouds lazily drifting by. It was nice to take a break, and over time, he felt his breathing regulate to a slow pace. He played with the idea of picking out a few shapes, but got bored of it fast, and sat up, stretching. Another look around, and then he stood, cupping his hands to his mouth.
"Aqua! Terra! Where are you? It's me, Ventus!"
No answer. He'd expected that, but it still hurt to think he was there without them. They were supposed to be inseparable, but he could not find them. Taking out his Wayfinder, he frowned, then clenched his hand around it. He would find them. He was deadset on that. But for now, he needed to head back. So he began the walk back to the hub, Keyblade rested on his shoulder as he walked.
