Riku examined the man as he approached. It was like he'd seen this man before somewhere. For a brief moment, he felt his heart relax, like there was a nostalgic memory from his childhood. It was like a forgotten dream. So many aspects of it, from the shift of the sand under his shoes to the fishy scent of the ocean just seemed to...

Riku's eyes widened as his heart thumped. There was something familiar about all this. He paused.

After a moment, blue sparks condensed out of the air and formed a Keyblade made of wings in his hand. The eye of the hilt seemed to stare at the newcomer. With a brief spin, Riku planted the tip deep into the sand, leaving it to stand there unsupported by his own hands. The keychain clinked softly in the sea breeze.

The teen said nothing, waiting only to see how the newcomer would respond.