Apr 27, 2015
neagility
Familiar is the multi-coloured hair which gilded eyes manage to glimpse, accompanied with none other than what seemed to be the trademark item within dainty clutches. No other could be described in such a unique fashion, someone useful, prompting glass heels to clink softly behind as she treks after the petite woman with discretion, alluding that it was mere coincidence to those who looked on that this might be the case.
Before long, occupants of the street began to dwindle swiftly, enough so that she might finally speak up to garner the brunette’s attention at long last.
❝ So you’ve finally arrived, I see. It was only a matter of time before they brought you here just the same as us... have you been here long? ❞
