Eighth Key

[optimistickey]

[Cambot is wandering the halls pretty early in the morning, when he hears a yell from one of the rooms. He zooms over to investigate, only to discover a small black pegasus pony with a spiky brown mane come tumbling out of Sora's room. It shakes his head out...huh, the pony's still got Sora's eyes, plus his crown necklace. He looks up at the Cambot with total confusion.]

Hey! What's going on here?! It's like one of Donald's spells!...

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[halfdarkened]

Or toes, exactly. It's kinda like I'm balancing on my wrist and one finger.

[A smirk slowly crosses Riku's face. Hmm, this COULD be fun.] Soon as I get a hang of this... How about a race.

[optimistickey]

A little bit.

[Oh, Sora can't resist a good competition.] HA! I bet I can totally beat you this way!

[halfdarkened]

What makes you think that? If our muscles translated the same way, I still have stronger arms... [The smirk fades a little.] Forelimbs? Whatever. [He shrugs.]

Now this is what the track was made for!

[optimistickey]

Maybe so, but I've got these! [He flaps his wings again.]

[halfdarkened]

What? Too scared to use your legs? [Smiiiirk.]

[optimistickey]

...No! I'm just saying I've got these things, so I should use 'em!

[halfdarkened]

So? Neither of us could fly or glide when we raced back on the Island.

[optimistickey]

Nnnnno. But I bet we could now!

[halfdarkened]

You mean you could.

[optimistickey]

No, I mean, whenever we got home and wanted to race again.

[halfdarkened]

Hey. You're right. We could race home without having to use a boat.

[optimistickey]

[Sora laughs.] Right!

[halfdarkened]

[He grins.] That sounds like a blast.