Thirteenth Ink Drop [Voice | Action]
[Well, it's snowing outside. Again. Miyabi had been meaning to work more on her surprise for her friends, but with the thick falling snow, anything she tried to get done would be ruined. So, Plan B! She hippity hopped her way to where her and Salt's home was, buried in the snow, and not becoming any less buried with the current weather. The little painter slices away the powder as best she could with her low-level Powerslash skills - after failing a good six time to use Fireburst again - but even that doesn't help. The snow was too thick and using her skills anymore would just result in her exhausting herself.
So, Miyabi marches her way back to where she was staying for the time being, with the Straw Hats. She still felt guilty for intruding on them and seemingly overstaying her welcome, but where else could she stay? She's extremely frustrated, too, especially since she's more or less covered in snow when she makes her way inside. ...Seriously, she looks like a round ball of white with green rabbit ears from her hooded muffler.
She grumbles and throws her journal aside as she sets herself into a nice, soft blanket to warm up and cuddle into, depositing all her cold, wet clothes by the window sill for now. The journal landed open, so it catches her heavy sigh.]
Mrff...maybe I should make some tea, or some hot soup. Mm, I wonder if I could use the kitch--eh? Oh, for the love of...
[She reaches for her journal and gives it a sour look, then blinks. Huh, there's not much else she can do right now, with the weather, and she feels too lazy to paint right now. She just wants to relax. She flops back onto the blanket and holds her journal above her, eyes closed and smiling peacefully. Her hair is splayed out behind her, too.]
Hey, does anyone want to hear a story? I can't promise it'll be exactly a happy ending--[A lot of Japanese folktales are bittersweet, doncha-know.]--but if you want to hear a small folktale, I'd love to share. Or if you all would like to share stories from your own worlds, I'm all ears~
So, Miyabi marches her way back to where she was staying for the time being, with the Straw Hats. She still felt guilty for intruding on them and seemingly overstaying her welcome, but where else could she stay? She's extremely frustrated, too, especially since she's more or less covered in snow when she makes her way inside. ...Seriously, she looks like a round ball of white with green rabbit ears from her hooded muffler.
She grumbles and throws her journal aside as she sets herself into a nice, soft blanket to warm up and cuddle into, depositing all her cold, wet clothes by the window sill for now. The journal landed open, so it catches her heavy sigh.]
Mrff...maybe I should make some tea, or some hot soup. Mm, I wonder if I could use the kitch--eh? Oh, for the love of...
[She reaches for her journal and gives it a sour look, then blinks. Huh, there's not much else she can do right now, with the weather, and she feels too lazy to paint right now. She just wants to relax. She flops back onto the blanket and holds her journal above her, eyes closed and smiling peacefully. Her hair is splayed out behind her, too.]
Hey, does anyone want to hear a story? I can't promise it'll be exactly a happy ending--[A lot of Japanese folktales are bittersweet, doncha-know.]--but if you want to hear a small folktale, I'd love to share. Or if you all would like to share stories from your own worlds, I'm all ears~