[ What a peculiar answer! Fascinated and confused by the notion, the girl turns with only the slightest of jumps as the shadow (puppet, for added irony) provides her with an example. She seems to have no qualms about leaning in to study the sphere, regarding it with interest until the epiphany strikes her and she gives a soft, awed, 'oh...!'
Although at that point, Alastor's quick to upstage himself. Raising her wondering eyes toward the rooftop, Naminé looks on as his song and dance number gets started in earnest. Watching him, she can't help but hold her breath - not only because it's such an interesting display, but because he's proving once again that he has no sense of self-preservation when it comes to snowy rooftops.
And yet, it's working. Lifting her spirits is one thing, but as more and more lights begin to flicker and the people of the town come to see what the hubbub is about, Naminé becomes ever more sure that this really is what they need, too.
So despite any concerns she might have for Alastor's safety, the girl turns her mind to what she can do to help. Humming along seems to come naturally, but more than that - with quick lines, the lass starts sketching again, eyes flitting between the performance and her sketchbook until, with a quick tug from the paper, she withdraws a flashlight.
It's not much of a spotlight, but it'll have to do, given the short notice; with careful effort, she aims it to highlight where Alastor's dancing, casting his silhouette against the building inasmuch as the strung-up lights allow. ]
\o/!!
[ What a peculiar answer! Fascinated and confused by the notion, the girl turns with only the slightest of jumps as the shadow (puppet, for added irony) provides her with an example. She seems to have no qualms about leaning in to study the sphere, regarding it with interest until the epiphany strikes her and she gives a soft, awed, 'oh...!'
Although at that point, Alastor's quick to upstage himself. Raising her wondering eyes toward the rooftop, Naminé looks on as his song and dance number gets started in earnest. Watching him, she can't help but hold her breath - not only because it's such an interesting display, but because he's proving once again that he has no sense of self-preservation when it comes to snowy rooftops.
And yet, it's working. Lifting her spirits is one thing, but as more and more lights begin to flicker and the people of the town come to see what the hubbub is about, Naminé becomes ever more sure that this really is what they need, too.
So despite any concerns she might have for Alastor's safety, the girl turns her mind to what she can do to help. Humming along seems to come naturally, but more than that - with quick lines, the lass starts sketching again, eyes flitting between the performance and her sketchbook until, with a quick tug from the paper, she withdraws a flashlight.
It's not much of a spotlight, but it'll have to do, given the short notice; with careful effort, she aims it to highlight where Alastor's dancing, casting his silhouette against the building inasmuch as the strung-up lights allow. ]