Tip stared up at the flower, feeling very confused.
Home? They were already home, weren't they? She blinked slowly, images flashing through her mind. Fighting statues with a bowling ball. Getting into arguments with books. Showing a deeply unfashionable and very fleshy little squished frog creature around the town proudly.
She let her eyes fall shut and picked out one memory in particular: sitting in the park on a rainy day with Kanan, her practice sword set aside in favor of meditating and people watching and making up stories.
Home.
She set one tiny plastic hand on the flower and concentrated on that memory for all she was worth.
Re: Share Your Memories
Home? They were already home, weren't they? She blinked slowly, images flashing through her mind. Fighting statues with a bowling ball. Getting into arguments with books. Showing a deeply unfashionable and very fleshy little squished frog creature around the town proudly.
She let her eyes fall shut and picked out one memory in particular: sitting in the park on a rainy day with Kanan, her practice sword set aside in favor of meditating and people watching and making up stories.
Home.
She set one tiny plastic hand on the flower and concentrated on that memory for all she was worth.
Home.