Oh- It didn't go through before, so it's a good thing you sent it again!

You've got 4 days to get her up and running!

"Breathing air is hard.." A disgruntled Mizuko mumbled to herself. This was the first time in eight years that she had gathered courage to leave her watery home. After debating for most of the day whether she should go, in the end she swam to the surface before she could change her mind. The sudden shift between breathing in water to breathing in air was rather painful. Swimming to shore was a bit of a struggle as well, seeing as the waves were strong today and her limbs were rather weak after all these years.

Her next problem was actually reaching the shore. Mizuko experienced the cold for the first time in a while and the contribution of being drenched from head to toe was making it even colder. She sat upon the sandy bank, shivering and breathing heavily; Maybe this was a bad idea. Still, the tealnette was determined to at least do something out of the water just to see what she was missing out on in the real world.

Standing up, she began to take baby steps across the muddy sand although she failed rather miserably. Within just taking three steps, she collapsed onto the sand with a small whine of annoyance. Pushing herself up again, Mizuko took her time to walk by taking at least a minute or so just to take one step forward. Soon enough, the girl began to make progress by awkwardly hobbling onto dryer sand. While she was proud for being able to walk now, she still had to deal with the icy cold and the diffuculty of breathing foreign air. Her lungs just weren’t working very well with the oxygen surrounding her.

                    Nauseating is the paradise he had once hoped for, threatening to vomit; what would he bleed? Pollen petals and pink asters at this rate. The air, the sweet, sweet scent of it all, is a toxin to his lungs, clogging his throat, making it so very difficult for him to breathe. The bees must be flourishing in victory, witnessing now the end of their constant battle at war. Against them is mother of all nature, who bites like a snake and injects venom into all who live under her bosom.                     The soft ring of a tiny tinkering bell hanging over top of the entrance into a floral shop makes vivid his entrance when he steps inside. A whiff of green plantations and mossy-like air crinkle his nose, and narrows his eyes. If he were not so irritated with the new blossoming of a warmer day, then by all means, enter a florist's den.                     He will observe a gathering of red roses inside a small bucket hanging from a hook. And how sullenly sweet their aromas are! Instinctively a hand of his presses over top of his nondescript facial expressions to close off his lungs from breathing it into his system. Len will continue walking, gazing at each and every kind of flower until he is brought towards the front desk with a woman not too far from his age standing behind the register.

–– [ 野生型 ]   The stoic host was silent as he poured two cups of tea, that day's brew being a highly prized tea made in the Chinese province, Fujian. Setting the teapot down, Takashi shifted his attention to the girl sitting beside him.