

Whimsical FanaticHumidity was high in the air, a tattle tale sign of a stormy night ahead but yet the air tasted pleasant and clean and blew just soft enough to push your hair back around your ears. One of those nights were you just closed your eyes with a wide closed lip smile and threw your arms over your head enjoying the fresh air while it lasted uncaring of the eyes that mocked your childlike virtue. Kidian did not enjoy tonight, not one bit. She stomped heavily past customers coming in and out of an unmarked building. She wrapped her arms around her body while pursing her lips acting as if though it was cold. Her legs attracted the eyes of customers, thWhimsical Fanatic


Clair De LuneThe rustic melody of the chimes floated along in the wind's current in such a sympathetic and well balanced wordless song that it seemed as if though the devils and the wickedest of demons themselves did not want to foresee what was to happen that very day. The wind flirted with the tips of the long grasses, swirling them in such a fashion that one could only think that the wind itself had fingers and was brushing the grass ever so gently as if though it was it's very own pet to love and care for in numerous ways. But oh, the sky! Never before had Kumiko Ishimaru seen such vivid colors plucked anew from one's imagination and so seemingly painClair De Lune
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