► NOT YOUR WHEELHOUSE

{ Truthfully, Serah could never get tired of the stars. Stretching out her feet, toes pointed, she beams up at the tiny specks of light, remembering Snow...and Lightning. Maybe she could name a star after each of them! As she tries to divide the stars between her friends - her family - she nearly forgets she isn't alone. }

I'm sorry. We might be able to climb down - { A quick peek over the side puts that idea to rest. } I'm not afraid of heights, but falling -

{ She shrugs, grimacing, before she gives a light laugh. }

My name is Serah. What's yours?

► TRYING TO LEAF

{ A peaceful stroll through the forest sounds appealing, right? Yes, she might be trying to escape, but details. All is well - or as well as it can be - until Serah begins to see strange fruit and flowers that glow like flames. She blinks her eyes a few times, approaching one of the trees cautiously.

Is it hot? There can be no helping Farron curiosity - or their sense of adventure. Serah stretches out a hand to touch the petals, eyes wide with wonder. }

Ouch! { So she has her answer, though it does her no good as she sucks on her burned fingers. } So you want me to go back? I can't. The paradoxes have been resolved, but my sister...

Noel... They need me. { The forest is stubbornly silent and she looks behind her, realizing she has made very little progress though she feels as if she has been walking for some time. }

► WILDCARD

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