She's in her horribly white room in Castle Oblivion, where everyone's preparing for his arrival. She is too, only this is because she's forced to.
And right now she's drawing Traverse Town, and she gets this strange shiver of… of something, something she thinks might be a tiny shock of emotion welling up from the non-existent people of her drawing. And she feels her non-existent heart beater faster, faster.
It's a warm shiver, and she can't figure out why. The handsome, scarred man is far, far too cold, the taste of leftovers that rot with age. The other man, the grumpy, blond one, feels too much like jalapeños to be the comfortable creamy warmth she feels. And the first girl she drew, the grinning, waving one, hugging the leftover man is like fruit candy. Tangy and comforting in the way that it distracts you from the problem at hand.
The shock feels like warm chocolate milk. And the last lady in the picture fits perfectly. Her hair was the color of the chocolate milk she felt like, her face soft, her eyes an understanding green. Her dress was the same gentle pink as her soft, smiling lips. She looked down to earth; maybe even part of the earth itself.
The girl in the room devoid of color touches her crayon cheek gently. A non-existent tear rolls her cheek and drips on to the page. She wants a mother, and this lady would've been perfect. But she has work to do, preparing for him, and can afford no distraction.
I swear, the only KH stuff I can write is Namine related. Always! Kingdom Hearts doesn't belong to me.