The itsy bitsy spider came up the water spout.
This was the rain, it seemed - her own torrent of thoughts, emotions, inclinations; a quick sequence of events between all her threaded interactions 'til the weave that bound them together threatened ... snapping. Colorful faces. Monochrome skies. She had her out, and she was taking it. She had a chance, and she was leaping. There was never any need for faith. Her every word and movement were already divinity. "Pardon me,"
and her voice came softly, in a thrum of her heartbeat. It sang as if from a conch. Hello, sailor. Drown along with me. "My name is Nanaka Chikamatsu, of the Chikamatsu clan, and I have a standing mission that allows me leave with a team. May I request a passport for myself, and --,"
She looked behind her, a playful glint to turning eyes. Hazel had never seemed so eager to slip away. "My team, of course." Shiki should be satisfied with this.
This was the rain, it seemed - her own torrent of thoughts, emotions, inclinations; a quick sequence of events between all her threaded interactions 'til the weave that bound them together threatened ... snapping. Colorful faces. Monochrome skies. She had her out, and she was taking it. She had a chance, and she was leaping. There was never any need for faith. Her every word and movement were already divinity. "Pardon me,"
and her voice came softly, in a thrum of her heartbeat. It sang as if from a conch. Hello, sailor. Drown along with me. "My name is Nanaka Chikamatsu, of the Chikamatsu clan, and I have a standing mission that allows me leave with a team. May I request a passport for myself, and --,"
She looked behind her, a playful glint to turning eyes. Hazel had never seemed so eager to slip away. "My team, of course." Shiki should be satisfied with this.