✿ Fortieth Ink Drop ✿ - [Voice | Action]
[Ammy is back. Ammy is back. It's been just a day or so since the white wolf has returned, but that's all the time Miyabi needed to soak in that fact. She was here again. Selfish though her desire was, it was good to have the wolf back again. She wouldn't thank the Malnosso for dragging her back here, but she would thank good fortunate, and show her gratitude to it. Plus, Ammy deserves a warm welcome, and a hug and a pet just...doesn't cut it. Not in Miyabi's mind.
Hehe, spoiled...
It's early. Too early, even. The sun's not even up, yet, but it should be in just a moment. Miyabi's ready for when it finally does, though. Atop the larger cherry tree, nestled between the luscious pink blossoms of the highest branches, she waits for the sunrise. Her hands grasp a long, polished bamboo flute tightly to her chest. It was left over from the previous experiment. ...She could play it then. Just two songs, but she could actually play them. One was important to her, and the other...
There!
The sun began to peek its rosy fingers just above the mountains, and a good gust was just passing by, scattering petals on the wind. Miyabi took a deep breath, and pressed the flute to her lips. She wasn't sure if she could still do this, she'd never learned the flute in her own reality after all, but the notes flowed like the wind, and her fingers glided over the polished wood with skill and determination. She had her journal beside her, open and welcoming her song. Her gratitude, her thanks, her faith, her pride, her love.
Thank you.
Once the song is done, the tiny poncle greeted the dawn with a big, happy smile, mumbled something along the lines of "the sun rises" into her journal before snapping it shut, then set to work. She bounded down the tree, going to gather the paintings she had been preparing before this day, then hip-hopped her way to town and threw them to and fro. Some of the paintings she tucked into doors and windows (mostly those of her friends), but the majority just blew on the wind - light and warm and free.
By the end of her little mission, it's well into the morning, and Miyabi's resting and warming herself on a large sunflower, pleased with...well, just about everything right now.
Good morning, Luceti.]
Hehe, spoiled...
It's early. Too early, even. The sun's not even up, yet, but it should be in just a moment. Miyabi's ready for when it finally does, though. Atop the larger cherry tree, nestled between the luscious pink blossoms of the highest branches, she waits for the sunrise. Her hands grasp a long, polished bamboo flute tightly to her chest. It was left over from the previous experiment. ...She could play it then. Just two songs, but she could actually play them. One was important to her, and the other...
There!
The sun began to peek its rosy fingers just above the mountains, and a good gust was just passing by, scattering petals on the wind. Miyabi took a deep breath, and pressed the flute to her lips. She wasn't sure if she could still do this, she'd never learned the flute in her own reality after all, but the notes flowed like the wind, and her fingers glided over the polished wood with skill and determination. She had her journal beside her, open and welcoming her song. Her gratitude, her thanks, her faith, her pride, her love.
Thank you.
Once the song is done, the tiny poncle greeted the dawn with a big, happy smile, mumbled something along the lines of "the sun rises" into her journal before snapping it shut, then set to work. She bounded down the tree, going to gather the paintings she had been preparing before this day, then hip-hopped her way to town and threw them to and fro. Some of the paintings she tucked into doors and windows (mostly those of her friends), but the majority just blew on the wind - light and warm and free.
By the end of her little mission, it's well into the morning, and Miyabi's resting and warming herself on a large sunflower, pleased with...well, just about everything right now.
Good morning, Luceti.]