Little Bird

There’s nothing about a young girl slumped in a box in the middle of the streets which screams ‘authentic’ healer. Yet, given the topic he couldn’t quite bypass her without investigating at least.

With the approaching potential customer coming into her sights, Kobato smiled. "Welcome!" She cheerfully called out, mimicking the owners of stores she would wander aimlessly in. Clapping her hands together, the student replied. "I'll heal your heart!" Kobato nodded, the embarrassing words flowing from her lips without a thought. "If you have a problem or a worry, Kobato will do her best to help!"

morteprazeroso:

　　The smile on his face is soft. It hints at the fondness he feels as the song lingers in the air and the sadness left behind by the news of another death. He is a myriad of complex emotions, and the music has helped settle him. It may only be a temporary calm, but it a calm he is grateful for nonetheless.

Nodding once, Kobato repeated the words 'lady' and 'miss' to better engrave it into her memory. She was glad that her question had not been answered by a stream of flames but then again that was only accompanied with one person's presence. The pinkette had heard of Germany in magazines but she knew nothing of how it was. The only information she had on it was the name and the words he had given her. At his question, Kobato smiled. "Kobato's fine with both!" She didn't really have a preference and had no problem with either one. The mister seemed nice and the names weren't mean at all. She recalled the nickname Dobato and was glad the other didn't call her anything similar. "Ah!" Clapping her hands together once, she peered up at him. There was all this talk about names but she had forgotten to ask for his. "What should Kobato call you, mister?"

　　It’s late. On an ordinary night, none but the night owls and the irrationally brave (or irrationally thick-headed) would be out at this hour — but what is ordinary here? Is it the common killings or the absence of death? Is it the melancholy of despair or the lingering light of hope that shines just beyond their reach? The island itself produces an underlying note of discord while so many of its inhabitants preach otherwise.

The song filled her, left her in a melodious voice to alight into the air. All her sadness and all her hope created the song, her feelings spurring her to sing. Kobato closed her eyes, her hands gathering the air as she sang. When finished, brown optics opened to the night sky. There was still death. There would still be sadness. There would still be tears. But Kobato felt just a bit better, just a bit lighter. Blinking, the spirit searched the dark to find the source of the praise. "A-Ah-" Bowing suddenly, Kobato thanked him. "Thank you very much!" Straightening up, she shook her head vigorously. "Not at all! I'm done!" She replied, hoping he didn't feel bad because of his assumption. Looking up at him once again, the pinkette tilted her head. She was confused, not because he was out so late at night or because he had suddenly appeared. No, she was confused about his words. "Eto...what does fräulein mean?"