A clatter of voice rose from the marketplace of Radiant Garden. Women talked of their children while men helped each other set up their shops for the day. Children scattered in and out of the adults legs, pulling along toys of all sorts and a gang of playful hounds. And through the crowd, though you probably couldnt distinguish her from any other fifteen year old.
She looked normal. She had red hair, pulled into multiple braids and deep brown eyes that seemed distracted. She smiled slightly for a reason only known to herself.
Her name was Hoshiko. She was a Keyblade Master.
Hoshiko walked along the cobblestone path of the marketplace. She looked around as people wildly rushed past her into stores. She almost giggled. People rushing for last minute gifts i imagine. She told herself.
Valentines Day is always taken so seriously. In every world Ive visited Valentines Day is celebrated. This certain day, the 14th of February, is a day were people connect th