"Xenree!" Mage ran still, finally finding her. "Are you okay?" She looked for a spell of heat, to which she found one. Casting a tiny fire, it formed a tiny flame in her hands.
Mage nodded, running to the mountains. She had no idea how to get to Xenree, but casting her arieal spring to land on the soft snow. "That's much quicker!" She yelled with glee.
ooc: It's alright ^u^
Mage watched the snow, barely able to make out a tiny black dot. "What's that dot?" Pointing to said dot, she looked back to Xone.
"Warning?" Mage looked back to the mountain. "What's that white stuff?" She was still so very young in the head.
Mage nooded, feeling unchanged from the sudden mountain chill. She was thankful for her many layers of cloth. " Where is she...?" she mumbled, scanning the area. She didn't want to be spotted by the locals, fearing rejection or mislabling.
"M-My name? I don't know really... I call myself Mage. I was born in purple.." Mage shuffled a bit, putting her glove back on. She put a hand in her pocket- the one with Xone's heart-in-a-jar. To her, it smelled a bit sweet. "I'm a Mage, so that's why it's my name."
Mage shuffled in the dark corrider, some strength returning. "This places smells funny..." she mumbled with distaste. She watched her still ungloved hand slowly return to its former white. "The burns are healing..."
Mage nodded, still shaken up by the fact she was guarding Xone's heart. She clutched onto his hand, mind wishing a child's gripping strength, but her body resonded with a full teen force. She looked to him, ready (or not) to go.
Mage's eyes turned glossy with fresh tears, huddling close to Xone. She tried saying goodbye to Mickey, but her voice only frailed and quivered.
"They come from people..." Mage muttered. "O-Okay... I don't like the idea th-- How did you get these?" Her gaze turned cold.
Mage looked down, then back at Xone. "What is a heart? And why does she need 'pure' hearts?"
Mage looked at Xone, lips pressed in a fine line. "... If I go, please help me find out what I am?" She looked to Mickey, giving a pleading look. It said, 'Stay with me?'
"But... I don't know... She lied to me..." Mage shrunk back, unsure. "I don't want to be lied to." She moaned.
Mage looked back to where Xenree had left. "Path...?" she mumbled. "Light hurts..."
Mage drew back her hand, taking the glove off. It was starting to heal, turning back to it's former paper white. Biting back her lip, she pulled back her hood, trying to give Mickey a straight face. Her eyes looked almost pitch black, inhumane. "So being born in purple and being me is normal? When light hurts?"
"... Xenree, Mr.Weird Mouse... What am I?" Mage wanndered away from Xenree, but not quite to Mickey's side either. She was scared. She had believed Xenree was a good person, she was nice... But what about the mouse? A headache was starting to form, her confliction creating unsurity. ooc: Hey, this was going to happen sooner or later xD Better sooner then later
Mage watched Xenree and Mickey, worried. "I don't know who Xemnas is.... But he isn't good, is he?" Another thought dawned upon her, a bit scared. "Xenree, are you a bad person?"
Mage watched the scene, silent. She really looked sour.
Mage looked at Mickey, confused. "Then what are you?"
