Her mind is quite strange, a constant contradiction. Despite the appearance of attending to work due to her eyewear, the maiden could be found upon her knees, settling against the terra. Delicately her ungloved digits would caress against the elegant flora, her kaleidoscope orbs gleaming with interest and adolescent admiration. “I’m jealous of the rain.” she whispers in a tone softer than a melting wafer. “That falls upon your petals, much closer than my hands have ever been.” she continues before halting her nostrils mere inches from the vegetation, inhaling lightly. One may call this particular location a forest of death, but in her opinion, a wonderland. Cautiously her single gloved hand would attend to her platinum mane, tucking loose strands against the rear of her ear. Mikasa considered the area around her personal garden, being extremely possessive when it came to monopolizing the potential benefits of the natural wonders of nature.
Despite her medical expertise accumulated throughout the years spent developing herself, still she found herself lacking in all departments. For she had encountered the incurable, no modern medicine nor shinobi technique alike prevailing. Within the corners of her eyes would the faint gathering of tears begin to trickle, a single digit swift enough to collect the emotions, allowing the few droplets to trickle from the tip onto the petals themselves.
“What are your secrets?” she inquires, tilting her head curiously, a thin grin appearing upon her features. “Are you truly unable to speak when I inquire so often?” she questions in a hush, as if providing privacy for herself and the fauna. Unfortunately would she find no particular result of interest and would dwell within the fact she were to be in the company of the occasional cries of fowls and wafts of zephyrs wafting through the forestry.
A stargazer lily caught her immediate attention, her reaction, priceless. The grin upon her lips would spread tremendously, her body now practically pressed against the terrain in order to slide forward to view closer than necessary. “Hello there!” she calls out to the beauty.
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<i></i>Despite her medical expertise accumulated throughout the years spent developing herself, still she found herself lacking in all departments. For she had encountered the incurable, no modern medicine nor shinobi technique alike prevailing. Within the corners of her eyes would the faint gathering of tears begin to trickle, a single digit swift enough to collect the emotions, allowing the few droplets to trickle from the tip onto the petals themselves.
“What are your secrets?” she inquires, tilting her head curiously, a thin grin appearing upon her features. “Are you truly unable to speak when I inquire so often?” she questions in a hush, as if providing privacy for herself and the fauna. Unfortunately would she find no particular result of interest and would dwell within the fact she were to be in the company of the occasional cries of fowls and wafts of zephyrs wafting through the forestry.
A stargazer lily caught her immediate attention, her reaction, priceless. The grin upon her lips would spread tremendously, her body now practically pressed against the terrain in order to slide forward to view closer than necessary. “Hello there!” she calls out to the beauty.
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