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Primrose was hardly the type to coop up in her room, and avoid the world before her, no matter how new it was. The technology, in many regards, extended beyond anything she could even imagine, and while that captivated her, she likewise still sought some comfort in her search through this unfamiliar island. She’d traded out all her garb from home (stored lovingly in her closet with her other outfits) for an easy crimson shift dress, and a pair of deep-brown leather sandals, and trekked to one of the beaches with a small woven bag in tow. It seemed exactly the kind of place she’d enjoy, with the sun on her skin and the sound of waves lapping against the shore. She wasn’t alone, there were people scattered about enjoying the stunning beauty of the area, and basking in the glow of the day, but one woman caught her eye. She was seated on a picnic blanket, reading as the sun beat down. Certainly people read at the beach, but there was this eternalness to her, it reminded Primrose of Ophilia… perhaps she was a kind soul too. Primrose was not one to let her guard down without a fight, nor to trust easily in strangers, but she could at least talk to the woman, and learn her story.
Sitting herself down next to her, without permission, Primrose plucked a small book of her own from her bag, and shot the brunette a sideways smirk, a glance from the corner of her eye. “What are you reading?” // @fleureia
Although Sumia hadn’t been here long, she’d already spent so much of her energy exploring the ins and outs of Koi, attempting to find her bearings and make herself as familiar and comfortable as possible. Of course, that would take a little bit more time, and she couldn’t deny the nervousness she still felt every time she stepped outside of her cozy apartment, but she’d grown so much over the years — and knew that venturing beyond would be necessary for her to come into her own here. Today, she’d decided to settle down and relax on the beach with a good novel. It was far from what she usually read — this one was a psychological thriller meant to chill its readers to the bone.
And it was certainly working, as Sumia nearly jumped when a stranger sat right next to her, inquiring in a melodic voice about her choice of book. She quickly collected herself, turning to face the woman with bright eyes and a smile. She was excited at the mere idea that she’d have someone to discuss books with!
“Oh, hello! This...” Sumia marked her page, turning the book over to display its cover: a dark black background with a simple home in the middle, the title written in intimidating red letters. “Well, I don’t really know what the cover has to do with the plot... but it’s supposed to a suspenseful mystery! Only the crime hasn’t been committed yet. But yours looks interesting as well! What is it about?”
















