[ Xion's picked a spot that's a little ways away from all the festivities, but still close enough that she could be spotted if one really looked hard enough. And she picked one with at least a decent to good enough view of the fireworks above. She's actually never seen such things before, now that she thinks about it, so she's sitting and looking up at the marvel of lights.
In her hands, though, is a makeshift wooden Keyblade she and Lancer helped make together, with Lancer doing most of the actual carving. It's gripped tight in her hands while she watches, wishing she could go back... Maybe fireworks were like stars that grant wishes? Hah. ]
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In her hands, though, is a makeshift wooden Keyblade she and Lancer helped make together, with Lancer doing most of the actual carving. It's gripped tight in her hands while she watches, wishing she could go back... Maybe fireworks were like stars that grant wishes? Hah. ]