☀ 03-010 ☀
[There is the soft sound of chimes as Ammy sits beneath a tree, resting her staff across her bare knees. The bells hung from the hollows carved out of her wooden sandals jingle every time she moves, and the chimes hung from the brim of her hat flutter in the breeze and making soft tinkling sounds. For a black mage, she's dressed rather brightly in her usual reds and whites. Even with her hair pulled up in an ornate knot at the back of her head and decorated with elegant hair sticks, she doesn't look very refined at all.
The fierce scowl she's sporting might have something to do with it, though.]
Can't bloom flowers, I feel slow and sluggish, my Divine Instruments are gone, and now there's riddles.
Where is Ushiwaka when I need him? I hate riddles, and he's always so good with them.
[Frustrated much? You have no idea.]
The fierce scowl she's sporting might have something to do with it, though.]
Can't bloom flowers, I feel slow and sluggish, my Divine Instruments are gone, and now there's riddles.
Where is Ushiwaka when I need him? I hate riddles, and he's always so good with them.
[Frustrated much? You have no idea.]