[ There's no getting over the novelty of being able to experience such a long-sought comfort as visiting the beach, Naminé has found. Though their situations were different, they have that appreciation for it very much in common, and so the little area of sand that she's claimed temporarily for her own is filled with a calm atmosphere that might well have to do with how at peace Naminé feels there.
Until, that is, she realizes that the crunching footsteps she heard pause a moment again are moving closer. Blinking, Naminé angles her head just enough to glance at the source, and-- then goes very still.
Her eyes, when they finally flick the rest of the way up to Ira's face, are immediately tinged with guilt. She has the expression of someone caught in the act of something they oughtn't be doing, yet whose first reaction is genuine contrition; it's as if she expects to be scolded right away, the way she looks up at him. So it takes an extra beat for it to register that he's asked her a question, and then another to determine what he's asked of her. The Nobody's formerly busy hands sink slightly, falteringly, as she glances down at them as if she needs to do that to figure out what she's been up to this whole time. ]
... A bracelet, [ she says finally. Indeed, she's partway through stringing small shells together onto a simple band of sorts. Evidently feeling the need to explain, she adds a belated, ] On the Destiny Islands, there's a tradition of making good luck charms out of shells.
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Until, that is, she realizes that the crunching footsteps she heard pause a moment again are moving closer. Blinking, Naminé angles her head just enough to glance at the source, and-- then goes very still.
Her eyes, when they finally flick the rest of the way up to Ira's face, are immediately tinged with guilt. She has the expression of someone caught in the act of something they oughtn't be doing, yet whose first reaction is genuine contrition; it's as if she expects to be scolded right away, the way she looks up at him. So it takes an extra beat for it to register that he's asked her a question, and then another to determine what he's asked of her. The Nobody's formerly busy hands sink slightly, falteringly, as she glances down at them as if she needs to do that to figure out what she's been up to this whole time. ]
... A bracelet, [ she says finally. Indeed, she's partway through stringing small shells together onto a simple band of sorts. Evidently feeling the need to explain, she adds a belated, ] On the Destiny Islands, there's a tradition of making good luck charms out of shells.