⌠ ♏ ι ѕ є я у → gσ → ℜσυηd⌡
⌠‹ ⌛ ›⌡▬ ; Good grief. Today's weather was bleak, releasing heaven's harbingers and crusading equestrians to wreak havoc among its secular fortunes. What a shame that her plans were to be delayed; scavenging would prove far more difficult with her already diluted gem. Head jerking towards her shoulder, the noirette sighs as a solid crack attends her bones' nooks and crannies, relieving the strain bounded down her neck. She waits for nothing, offering company to the raindrops huddling upon her umbrella, intent on their lonesome chases as they hope to transcend their inevitable destiny. Indecisive fingertips squeezed its handle for comfort, fidgeting to suppress the venomous thoughts threatening to wrench her partially unhinged surfaces. As always, her first priority were to follow the quartet.
It was all Homura ever did, nowadays.
Her heels dragging along the ground, she sets a final glance back at the neglected carousel, a forlorn sight drowning amidst the fog. Pitiful-- an accurate depiction -- yet she felt merciful of its dismal display -- at most, allured. Suddenly did murmured footsteps cradled her ears, whimsical in terse stacatto as the notes liberated their deadened melodies. Tearing away pleated immersion, the girl shifts to the side, catching the outline of a passing figure. A crystalline tinkle grabs her gaze at once, and she bends over to retrieve the trinket.
❝--Excuse me...! You've dropped something--...❞
The noirette's words drifted astray, hopelessly carried by the wind's persistent carriages. Doubtful, she remained where she stood, praying that they may have taken heed of her warning. ;⊰ ♦ ⊱
