Nov 15, 2011 22:08
[Still relatively new to the garden, Rumia has been rather slow in getting used to the world around her. Most days she would simply wake, clean up the small rock she had been sleeping on at night, and getting together food for the two meals per day she had been eating. Today ,however, things were slightly different as she had heard echos of strange music in her head for the last three days. The repetitive mixture of up-beat tempo and cheery undertones have put the half-lamia in a strange mood. Though she suddenly wished to spend as much time as possible with other people, this sudden thought also brought to the forefront of her mind the fact that the most important person in her life, her adoptive mother Kara, was still missing and now a world away.
With dueling thoughts of love and sorrow lying heavily on her mind, Rumia lays upon the coiled mass of her tail and appears to be thinking about the matter. After a short while she begins muttering to herself about the issue in a tone just high enough for others to hear.]
I miss you mom. But I'm trying my best to make lots of friends so I'm not lonely and become a great adventurer so I can make you proud. But your Rumia is still not sure what she is going to do with her life...
nue houjuu