#clockworkarcheology

Damara strode confidently down the corridor, pale hands idly toying with one of her hair pins as she walked, the other securing her hair in its customary bun/ponytail. As she walked she spotted a familiar face among the others in the halls, and grinning she shifted her heading towards her little sister, who currently had her back turned. On her way, she replaced her hairpin into its normal place, before snaking one arm around her sister’s stomach and the other across her shoulders, hugging the girl tightly as she cried, “Yoi anata o mite, imōto-chan!”