[[Anyone who would be near the lake on such a hot day would be met with a horrifying sight. Amusing, yes, but horrifying. Nobody would blame them if they ran away in terror. Or laughed, actually.

The swan princess Tutu is propped up against a tree near the water, looking down at the fuzzy yellow mob in her lap with a small, tired smile on her face ( Read more... )

[[The youngest Fakir is out in town, carrying a bundle of papers that have identical maps drawn on them. Although, there's something just a bit unusual about them, as if they're shimmering with a vague magical glow ( Read more... )

[[Someone different from the usual arrivals, especially from the recent ones, has stepped into this world.

The swan princess Tutu is seated on the edge of the swan fountain, as if she’s automatically gravitated towards it. A light frown is visible on her face, and every once in a while she’ll shut her eyes as if concentrating on something.

It’s odd ( Read more... )