the children of wayfinders

[friendships]

[Sora has known since childhood that all stars are really other worlds, their presence in the night sky signifying that things are right in the universe. he's always wondered if other worlds shared the same belief, if anyone else truly knew that they were all connected under the same sky.

the twinkling flying object whizzing through the sky above Motunui, though, is definitely not a shooting star, which becomes all the more apparent once whatever it is starts to lose altitude and eventually half crashes, half touches down on one of the island's many beaches. he may come from an island himself, and yes, he'd had plans of grandeur once upon a time of sailing on a raft for the sake of exploration, too—he's even had a couple of years worth of piloting it, but he's still not exactly an expert navigator, Gummi Ship or not. who keeps letting him drive the thing??

he's coughing a little as he pops the cockpit of the multicolored, slightly submerged ship and hops out to survey the damage. the ship is smoking slightly, but at the very least it's still all intact. rubbing the back of his head as he tears his eyes away from the wreck to glance at his surroundings, he mutters to himself,]

Hope no one saw that...