#aya01

And a giant concerned crowd surrounding a large tree, all looking up at the small teenager clinging to it’s branches like her life depended on it.

Are you alright? Are you stuck? Do you need help? a chorus of voices call out from below, but the girl in the trees holds on tighter.

“Y....y...yes....!!!! No! No! Um! Yes!” she squeaks, almost unintelligibly. 

She had just meant to get as high up as she could to see if she recognised any of her surroundings so she could find her way home to everyone-- that’s what you do when you’re lost, right?-- but somehow she’d attracted a lot of attention.

What she wouldn’t do to have Kido’s power right now.

The Goose finds it hard to distinguish no-winged’s by facial features, or by hair colour, instead relying on common objects, smells or experiences the Goose relates to them.

That is why, of course, The Goose seems to think every single no-winged they run into with glasses... Must definitely be the Boy. Even if they’re wearing completely different clothes, at a completely different height, with a completely different voice!

That is why the Goose is now barreling after a certain demon, who has either not yet noticed the Goose or is deliberately ignoring them.

There didn't seem to be many good places to drink in the city. In Gensokyo, one could find beautiful landscapes with ease, spending hours enjoying the view over drinks. The closest thing Suika could find here was on top of a building, watching the hustle of the city below her dangling feet. It had to do, it seemed.

Through her 3rd round, the oni thought it would be interesting to walk along the edge of the roof. Even with the swaying, the oni had impeccable balance, not tripping over herself once.