Xion hadn't made it to the beach today. And no storm was going to keep the small figure from making it there. She needed to pick up a shell. Every day, she pick ed up a shell. So she was standing beside Dust for just a moment as she considered venturing up, hood closed tight around her face. Then she took a deep breath and stepped into the rain.

"THUNDER!" she cried, raising a hand and pointing. All the lighting focused for a moment on the bare spot ashe was pointing to. She started to move forward.