Naminé was a pretty river stone. She was polished and smooth and a light light grey with only a few darkish spots marring her.
She was solid but weighed very little and could be aimed at someone to give them a sizable dent that remained long after they forgot about her.
She was hard with soft edges, was a weapon that had no choice and no practical use, was lonely outside of her white river, or any river for that mater, because she surrounded herself with dark, dry riverbeds that were empty empty empty, like she was.
Just like Naminé.