The festivities are long since in full swing when Chidori arrives on the island, and dazzling lights and cheerful chatter of the crowds seem to illuminate the night. She’s used to spending her holidays with that boy alone since her parents were always busy with work, but this year she had planned to spend it with her friends. She would have, of course, were it not for the whole being kidnapped thing.
A sigh escapes roseate lips, two digits coming to rub at her temple as she stared down at her grocery list. She couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation at the moment, so she might as well concentrate on her current predicament: stocking up her new apartment. She hadn’t met her roommate yet, so she didn’t know if she could count on them to help, after all.
She doesn’t notice the ladder’s precarious placement until she’s right next to it, eyes widening in horror as it careens to the side, aiming straight for her. There’s no time to react, and she shuts her eyes tight, waiting for the inevitable, but the pain doesn’t come. Her arm is grasped firmly, pulling her backwards as the ladder falls with an almighty crash at her feet.
Chidori lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, swaying slightly in place. Did she almost die right then? She wasn’t in Sugomori City anymore, far from the Kiznaiver project, though the scar was still present on her skin. She’d get the full brunt of the impact, no sharing of pain here. A voice catches her attention, and she glances up at her saviour.
She stands there, mouth gaping open like a fish before getting a hold of herself, cheeks reddening in embarrassment at how starstruck she is. There was a more important matter at hand.
" Thank you so much for saving me! Without you, surely I’d have
been crushed. Please, how can I repay you? “
THE ANTIQUITY OF CHAMOMILE COMPLEX appeals to the knight’s homely nature. Rich as conditions were in Cappuccino, the properties of those luxuries change when indulged in excess. Wine begins to turn tart, the platters of cheese and crackers rancid on the tongue that’s been buttered daily. Even the glitz and glam of gold-plated walls become blinding to she who grows restless with the coming days.
What she seeks is comfort close to home. Comfort of meadows and rivers; comfort of silence and nature. Lady Fate would have other intentions for her today, it seems. Were it not for fear of wielding the woman’s scar too aggressively, she would have been carefully cradled in her arms, rather than left to hang like a leaf in the wind. ...It is a juxtaposition she finds uncomely for a knight of her caliber, but at least she is unhurt.
“You need not worry. It was of no inconvenience to me. I only regret the carelessness of the carpenter that left this here unattended.” Jewels sharpen toward the collapsed ladder, and she will relieve the maiden to position it rightfully in place. Now, then. “You’re unharmed, then?” Leavening the residual frustration, apricot lips warm up a smile in the dame’s direction. “I had intended to explore this area. I’ve not done so since my arrival; I was placed in the care of Cappuccino Apartments, you see?”
Pivoting her gaze toward the boutique before them, she gauges assumptions. “I would have liked to have some tea. However, might I be so brazen as to assume you would like some assistance in buying furniture? I could help you carry them home, if you would have my company.”
