There are literally so many ships, so it's an ask prompt now. Go wild guys.

Every step that I take is another mistake to you (Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow) And every second I waste is more than I can take

I've become so numb I can't feel you there Become so tired So much more aware

When wandering towards the town by the sea, many don’t notice the vibrant house almost concealed by the trees. The path leading up to it is stone, lined with flowers.

This was the house of the baker, daughter of a seamstress. She didn’t follow in the steps of her mother, choosing instead to use her sewing skills to create something more innocent.

Kawaii-Chan made dolls when she wasn’t baking, using her powers to create helpers for the village, and herself. They patrolled the streets, helped with the farming. And she bounced between baking and sewing.

Her fellow inhabitants weren’t fearful of her powers, not like the village she had lived in before, and even before that, in her home in Tu’la. Maybe it was because they also had magic that had gotten them scorned.

Many don’t notice the house, but some do. Just like some notice the magic buzzing along the edges of the city, driving people who meant harm away, and keeping children from getting too far away.

Kawaii-Chan wasn’t really used to being visited at her house, and not the bakery they have in the village, so when someone knocks on her door, wearing full armor, and the symbol of Okhasis, she was immediately on edge.

Both Ein and Aphmau get in trouble for dying their hair, but Sylvanna eventually just gets them dyes that won’t harm their hair, and lets them rock.

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