[ For just a second, Naminé heart drops as Alastor missteps; she'd meant to angle the flashlight up carefully, but inexperience led to a miscalculation. Teeth sinking into her lip, she watches with wide, distressed eyes - but once again Alastor proves to be an excellent performer, and the leap goes over well with the crowd.
It teaches her to be more careful with the torch, at least. No matter her guilt, though, or the mental promise of an apology for Alastor later, the joy around him really is as infectious as the music. Crowds have a tendency to make Naminé nervous, rare as they've been in her life, but this one seems worth it as the energy ripples throughout the area. She's closer in physical age to some of the adults than to many of the children, but she's still awfully young - young enough to look up with eyes and bright and wide as anyone's, her singing too quiet to be heard from a distance but there all the same as she can't help but join in.
And really, truly, she's delighted. Happiness has been so rare for her, excitement so unlikely to be any positive influence, and as much as everyone else needed this, so too did Naminé. There's laughter in her chest, a broad smile on her face - the children dance around her and though she doesn't join in, they're nearly as entertaining as Alastor himself as the flickering lights grow in strength.
With so much joy so readily available, soon enough it occurs to Naminé to make use of it. What the people native to the dream lack, she makes up for with her own ability to manipulate dreamotion; with a little effort, she presses it into a few of the nearby lights, urging them back more solidly to full strength as the colors begin to spread outward from her along the various strings that were once dangling listless and lifeless. ]
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It teaches her to be more careful with the torch, at least. No matter her guilt, though, or the mental promise of an apology for Alastor later, the joy around him really is as infectious as the music. Crowds have a tendency to make Naminé nervous, rare as they've been in her life, but this one seems worth it as the energy ripples throughout the area. She's closer in physical age to some of the adults than to many of the children, but she's still awfully young - young enough to look up with eyes and bright and wide as anyone's, her singing too quiet to be heard from a distance but there all the same as she can't help but join in.
And really, truly, she's delighted. Happiness has been so rare for her, excitement so unlikely to be any positive influence, and as much as everyone else needed this, so too did Naminé. There's laughter in her chest, a broad smile on her face - the children dance around her and though she doesn't join in, they're nearly as entertaining as Alastor himself as the flickering lights grow in strength.
With so much joy so readily available, soon enough it occurs to Naminé to make use of it. What the people native to the dream lack, she makes up for with her own ability to manipulate dreamotion; with a little effort, she presses it into a few of the nearby lights, urging them back more solidly to full strength as the colors begin to spread outward from her along the various strings that were once dangling listless and lifeless. ]