#drachenheart

Though the noise of violence and anguish has dimmed significantly compared to the world of Library, it only seemed to vivify the unrest within the princess. If she is not fighting for her Master, then what was her purpose? What of her justice? Such rigid and defiant definitions that had guided her actions each waking hour seemed dissipates in a city filled with thousands of individual life. No longer was everyone an opponent to be struck down or to be corrected, no longer was the revival of her Author even a choice. The thought that she had little to fight for, trapped, perhaps, was a depressing one.

As tired ( but steeled ) eyes gazed around the passing crowd in deep thought, she had found someone whose appearance seemed to indicate a lifestyle more similar to hers than most. A kindred spirit, perhaps? 

Winter was starting to melt away into spring, leaving the sidewalks finally cleared save the bundles of melting snow here and there, gathered by plows. It was refreshing, coming back to this transition. To see Hive City melting away it’s frost to reveal temporarily-clean streets and sprigs of flowers peeks between cracks in the pavement. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but Aqua was at least relieved to know Hive City was relatively the same.

And, she hadn’t changed much either. Really, it didn’t feel like she had been gone at all, yet the clock on her phone begged to differ. Her caring nature stuck through time passed, spent in darkness and the unknown, so naturally Aqua wanted to lend a hand to those who were newer to the city. Perhaps it wasn’t any of her business, but the wooden sword on the grown mans back was a dead giveaway.

Aqua approached from behind, yet still noticeable from the peripheral.

“Sorry to bother you, but I couldn’t help but notice your sword. You’re new here, right--?”