Second Ink Drop
[Anyone actually outside in the brutal snowstorm may see a little ball of yellow light hopping quickly to get to a warm, dry location. Miya's carrying a small cloth sack on her back and, thankfully she's dressed snugly. The tiny painter leaps her way through the heavy snowfall, seeming mostly unbothered by it.
When she does find a bit of shelter - under an awning from a store - she dusts the snow off herself and breathes out.]
Phew! It's almost like being in Kamui again. [She cups her hands together and mutters a quiet prayer.] O' great god reigning over ice and snow, blessed be your frigid horns... Please allow me safe passage through your icy domain.
[And with that done, and the snow not letting up even a smidge, Miya sighs, plants herself firmly on the ground, and pulls out her newly shrunk journal and some inkpots she just got - opening the journal. Her voice is heard instantly as well as the clinking of bottles.]
Seems I'm not going anywhere soon...
[And she just begins to lazily doodle into the journal, mostly just kanji, muttering their meanings here and there: Hope. Light. Faith. Courage. Love. Friendship. Heaven.]
When she does find a bit of shelter - under an awning from a store - she dusts the snow off herself and breathes out.]
Phew! It's almost like being in Kamui again. [She cups her hands together and mutters a quiet prayer.] O' great god reigning over ice and snow, blessed be your frigid horns... Please allow me safe passage through your icy domain.
[And with that done, and the snow not letting up even a smidge, Miya sighs, plants herself firmly on the ground, and pulls out her newly shrunk journal and some inkpots she just got - opening the journal. Her voice is heard instantly as well as the clinking of bottles.]
Seems I'm not going anywhere soon...
[And she just begins to lazily doodle into the journal, mostly just kanji, muttering their meanings here and there: Hope. Light. Faith. Courage. Love. Friendship. Heaven.]