#attack on easter

A huge, yet effortlessly agilely moving figure rushed through the palm trees and other obstacles as Ymir made her way towards the luxurious resort she had been invited to. She had thought of borrowing a horse from the trainee barracks, but had come to the conclusion that there might not be a place in the Resort where she could leave her horse. So, she had decided to use her titan shifting power to get to her destination.

Ymir stopped running through the subtropic forest surrounding the resort as her eyes met the sight of the Hotel’s yard. No going there in the titan form, she thought. With her power of will, she separated her mind from the titan body and broke free from the nape of it’s neck. Shreds of muscle were hanging from her cheeks, hands and pretty much everywhere. Her clothes were not at their best state after being in contact with the titan’s muscles, but Ymir had already thought of what to do.

She jumped down as her titan form started to emit steam and disappear, walked to it’s head and took a box from its mouth. She laid the drooly box to the floor of the forest and thought for a moment: 'Am I gonna change here or will I take a shower at the hotel? I wouldn't like to put my better clothes on my dirty body…' And most naturally for Ymir, she didn’t think for a moment about what would people think of her in her dirty clothes. She was going to take a shower and change soon, anyway.

So, carrying the box of her better clothes she walked peacefully to the yard of the resort. Pools, palm trees… 'I wish I could have brought Christa here…', she thought. Thought of relaxing and getting nice drinks in the pool with Christa made her blush and smile a little. But because that wasn’t possible, she decided to not think about it anymore.

'I wonder what is the true meaning behind this invitation…' Ymir had a strange feeling about it, but she shrugged it off and walked inside the hotel. She was in the lounge now. Everything was shiny, nicely decorated and luxurious. But because Ymir was Ymir, she didn’t feel even slightly uncomfortable about being covered in blood and slime and having a drooly woolen box in her hand, while her surroundings were a total antithesis to what she looked like. ‘This place looks nice’, she thought and smiled cunningly. Because cunning is the smile of Ymir.

She got her keys to her room, took the elevator to the floor where the room was and started looking for the door. Whoever met the sight of her in the corridor, would see a tall, boyish girl in dirty clothes with dried titan blood and slime in them, with an indifferent expression on her freckled face. In fact, despite her quite unkempt looks, she looked slightly intimidating, as always, thanks to her tall figure and the serious “I’m tired with everyone’s shit” expression. However, Ymir didn’t mean to look scary or anything, to be honest, she was ready to kindly greet anyone she ran into right now.