gonna have a good time [c]

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It reminded her of the first moment she stepped out the door of their childhood home, during a time when her parents no longer could tell her what not to do. That sense of freedom had hit her like a ton of bricks, stumbling her steps deep into a region she never saw -- and it awakened butterflies. Hundreds of winged nerves fluttering about in her gut. It was a rush she couldn’t get enough of, left her wide eyed and staring straight into the headlights of an ongoing truck and to bring her into the next world; and there was no fear. No -- there had never been fear, only mystical clarity; like she could see miles ahead of where she stood as the world itself laid its walls down just for it.

She felt empowered, as though she could do anything she set her mind to; as if those childhood lies that she could become the president or an astronaut were all a truth hiding much stronger meaning. Her smile held strong for the majority of the moment as she heard her brother begin to speak, and only for a second did it falter ever so slightly. Noris’ complaints and unwillingness to accept their new adventure as what it is wasn’t going to dampen her rush. She wanted to have him feel what she felt, see what she did. “It’s not I guess Nori, you should be excited! You’re in a whole new region, one without mom and dad hounding you. You can do anything here!” she started, ignoring the following question of where they were headed and the not-so subtle hints the boy was giving her.

Her footing stopped, directing her movement forward until she stood right in-front of her brother, and with a quick movement her hands slapped themselves against his cheeks, scrunching his face in the process. “This is expose therapy for you to get out of your shell and meet people Nori! Not just sit around at home and go to work at that shabby bookstore like you used to.” she stated, pressing her hands against the boys face a little more, “don’t you feel something from this? Something like excitement? Genuine, raw, no holds back excitement?” She was reaching, but she wanted her brother to know the feeling she had -- because she believed once he did (once he accepted it) he’d be as eager to adventure here as herself.

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It reminded her of the first moment she stepped out the door of their childhood home, during a time when her parents If she can get anything out of this adventure she’d want two things; only two. She’s selfish in the way she includes one more wish, one more hope; one more of everything life has to offer her because she refuses to have the first gift be the end. Her first is for herself, for her new life as a coordinator to come as true -- as amazing, casted in the light of the stage and people cheering her name as she envisions it. She wants the recognition of these strangers in this region, of her friends and family back in Kalos, of herself who, after the first attempt, felt too unsure; too insecure in her room the first night she returned home empty handed. It’s hard leaving with high hopes and dreams, only to watch them crash down around you due to your own careless misguidance and ignorance; and even harder to put on a brave face at the front door of a home you left so high and mighty.

The second is for her brother, that he might see the world as she does or (better yet) in a way that’s all his own and not warped in worry and bad habits of solitude. Shes’ seen the world, just enough for this excitement to carry her feet like feathers through the grass, and she knows of its beauty despite just scraping the surface. It’s of good and bad, as eager to show you the road to your dreams as it is to guide you right off. Shes’ been through both, like a fighter ready for just one more round; and she knows her brother has it in him too. If he just let his guard down, dropped the walls that hid the view, he’d be able to see what she did -- enjoy this adventure of a lifetime with as much (or maybe more) happiness than he’d even know was in him -- and silently, she knows she’d give up her first wish for this.

She’s expecting more than the answer he gives to her question, but it pulls at the strings of her already quirked lips all the same. There’s no more effort left to contain the quick laugh that comes from her lips towards his answer, nor are there any to contain herself from smiling wider than before. She wasn’t anticipating a question about journeying, or at least not how it “worked” per say -- and while it was strange she accepted it for all it was worth, which for her was his first baby step in enjoying himself. Her hands leave the squirming boys face, easing the pain from his cheeks before slamming a clenched fist against his left forearm; she wasn’t trying to hurt him (and hopefully she hadn’t) but with her excitement there was no telling how much strength she put into that.

“That’s the spirit!” she exclaimed, feeling her knuckles skid against the boys arm until there was no friction left -- and her eyes danced with joy, hiding the confusion as she attempted to find the answer to the question. “Well… first you just, let go.” she began, “you’re alone, sorta. You have me, but I’m not going to stop you from doing whatever you want. Unless it’s something stupid, but you’re smart.” She can feel herself begin to ramble as her mind continues to sort through her feeling of now for the emotions felt when she first left home to become someone. It’s a second of silence, a moment she hopes her brother will ignore -- because she doesn’t want to lose this chance to sell this adventure for what it is. “You just go. Other than common sense there’s no rules. If you want to stay up late and sleep under the stars, you do it. If you want to go to a beach, you find one -- and with all the water we saw during our trip over here this region has to be a million of them.” she added, knowing she could have done better at this pitch if she had been given some time; but that wasn’t the case, so she continued, ran with whatever she could find. “It’s just a day by day thing Nori. You let go of all that worry and just live.” she said, looking up at her brother with a wistful look. “Does… that make any sense?”

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She needs to get better at many things. At sticking to plans, forming realistic dreams -- listening when others speak, keeping things to herself -- and most recently, giving what should be motivational speeches to her brother. There had been moments when she could talk for hours on her point, bring up things people never would have thought without her guidance; and then there were times like this. Ones where she was at a loss for words, where her thoughts ran one hundred miles a minute and all she could do was grasp at whatever happened to be flying by and hope for the best. Sadly what she had caught onto this time around hadn’t been too helpful but she hoped the message -- or at least what was left of it -- would stick just enough for the boy to ease into the idea of travel and adventure. It was strange, knowing that when she was his age all she wanted was to leave and see the world; but sadly it had skipped his generation.

When her friendly punch lands on the boys arm she watches his body stumble upon impact, a worried expression etching into her features before fading as he straightens himself up again. Now she laughs, softly against a covered mouth and a creeping smile -- and as it fades she mutters a quick “I’m sorry” against another small set of laughter. It’s only when her brother shoots a reference to something she doesn’t understand that her smile drops just a bit, enough to ease the pressure off her cheeks and lower her hand to her side again. Her everything -- the way her brow wrinkles, her lips murmur the names (or what she assumes are so) twice over under her breath -- shouts her confusion to the world.

Was it from a book or a movie? Or maybe it was some weird internet thing that went around… Judith didn’t have a clue and as she stared at her younger brother her eyes narrowed just a little in amusement. “You’re such a loser.” she smiled, pushing down a quick temptation to hit the boy in the arm once more over for good luck. “You know damn well I don’t get those weird references. For all I know you could have just insulted me.” There’s an unsettling amount of innocence in the way she words her final sentence, a smile spreading her lips as she stares at her brother with a look that just spells trouble. “Now, you wouldn’t insult your dear sister right Nori? Cause then I might have to punch you again, and that’d hurt me a little more than it’d hurt you.”