[ "I have never been outside before, will you come with me?" A question easily asked, perhaps also easily answered. It's by someone's side that Hiyori walks the festival, eyes opened wide to take in the vast sight before her eyes. Lit paths, crowded stores, a large stage decorated with flowers and lanterns, so bright her eyes hurt just looking at all of it.
She walks by her companion's side, the high-heeled sandals keeping her strides in check in spite of her excitement. Cries of happiness, scents of delicious food... She blinks, stopping by a small empty store with a wall of flower pinwheels. ]
Fake...flowers? They do not look as beautiful, but they are quite pretty...
[ Still, she doesn't understand. Why sell fake flowers when you can have real ones? Curiously, she turns to her companion. ]
Do you like them?
02: FESTIVITIES 2.0
Excuse me... I am sorry to interrupt your enjoyment..
[ The speaker is a young girl dressed in a red yukata. Her hands placed demurely in front of her, she smiles up or down at whoever she's addressing. ]
I seem to have lost my companion. [ The smile turns somewhat sheepish, as she remembers how she was told she would definitely, most definitely get lost... ] He told me to wait by the first aid tent should we ever get separated, but I do not know where it is... If it does not trouble you, will you teach me the way?
03: FAREWELL, MAY WE MEET AGAIN
[ She remembers--a gentle blade, slowing heartbeat, dying breath. Blades in her hands: wounded spirits with nowhere else to turn to, and even then she had failed them. Failed her duty. Hiyori closes her eyes, and waits for her turn. When it comes, she steps towards the altar and places them gently there before stepping back into her place.
Only then, whether beside someone familiar or not, does she let herself cry. ]
4.0 WILDCARD
[ Did you somehow end up hurting yourself? The black-haired girl by the first aid tent only has to touch you in order to make the pain stop. ]
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Uwa...
[ "I have never been outside before, will you come with me?" A question easily asked, perhaps also easily answered. It's by someone's side that Hiyori walks the festival, eyes opened wide to take in the vast sight before her eyes. Lit paths, crowded stores, a large stage decorated with flowers and lanterns, so bright her eyes hurt just looking at all of it.
She walks by her companion's side, the high-heeled sandals keeping her strides in check in spite of her excitement. Cries of happiness, scents of delicious food... She blinks, stopping by a small empty store with a wall of flower pinwheels. ]
Fake...flowers? They do not look as beautiful, but they are quite pretty...
[ Still, she doesn't understand. Why sell fake flowers when you can have real ones? Curiously, she turns to her companion. ]
Do you like them?
02: FESTIVITIES 2.0
Excuse me... I am sorry to interrupt your enjoyment..
[ The speaker is a young girl dressed in a red yukata. Her hands placed demurely in front of her, she smiles up or down at whoever she's addressing. ]
I seem to have lost my companion. [ The smile turns somewhat sheepish, as she remembers how she was told she would definitely, most definitely get lost... ] He told me to wait by the first aid tent should we ever get separated, but I do not know where it is... If it does not trouble you, will you teach me the way?
03: FAREWELL, MAY WE MEET AGAIN
[ She remembers--a gentle blade, slowing heartbeat, dying breath. Blades in her hands: wounded spirits with nowhere else to turn to, and even then she had failed them. Failed her duty. Hiyori closes her eyes, and waits for her turn. When it comes, she steps towards the altar and places them gently there before stepping back into her place.
Only then, whether beside someone familiar or not, does she let herself cry. ]
4.0 WILDCARD
[ Did you somehow end up hurting yourself? The black-haired girl by the first aid tent only has to touch you in order to make the pain stop. ]