#sabhyr

it was by sheer luck that a woman, far taller than her, had happened to come into the same isle. she only hopes that her question doesn’t annoy her, because makoto definitely doesn’t want to ruin anyones mood on such a fine day ( or any day, for that matter. ) 

she would also prefer not being snapped at, if by chance she does ruin her mood. she knows all too well that people can say harsh things when they’re irritated.

❛ if it’s too much of a bother, you certainly don’t have to. ❜

@sabhyr

Hakuno stood steps away from the sand of the beach, she seemed to be returning to the sight on a normal ocasion by this point, no matter time of day the water located near the Lofts was just so...peaceful. A peace she longed for in the world could be seen among the waves, a beauty without words, the noise took her back to a place of constant peace where no harm could be done by any. Perhaps it was because the water in the sunlight that represented the vision she wished for may have been why she kept returning, the idea was still fresh in her and the waves were always beautiful. Maybe it was because of the beauty of the scene that Hakuno would return and watch the water for hours on end, perhaps it was reminding her of a beauty that she missed from her life.

“Hehe.” Hakuno laughed slightly as she looked from the water to her feet a smile on her face as she did only to soon close her eyes, “Even this doesn’t compare.” Hakuno said reopening her eyes to walk forward slowly, her bare feet feeling every piece of grass that would be in the steps between her and her and the sand of the beach only to stop just before it. Did real sand feel any different than virtual sand would? Had Hakuno ever stepped on sand before? She couldn’t seem to remember anymore. Hakuno took a deep breath and stepped forward to press her foot against the white sand only to quickly withdraw it as she saw the sand move around her foot. “Is it...supposed to do that?” Once again Hakuno stepped onto the sand slowly soon to have both feet in the sand as she looked down her white dress getting in the way only slightly.

Send in “kabedon” to pin my muse against the wall. | (not accepting!)

Okay, maybe she’d been tempting fate a little by trying that move against her. Especially considering the extra effort she’d needed to even reach this amazon’s shoulders to try it. When Priscilla did it, though, she seemed like a natural at it, from the smile she gave to even the sound of her hand against the wall. Every piece added together perfectly, like a well-thought puzzle!

“Oooh, impressive! So that’s how it’s meant to be done! I suppose that sort of power’s only natural when you’ve got so much muscle, right? Right?”

There’s a soft hum under her breath, head in the skies (it’s not an uncommon sight, flighty girl that she is)— braid whipping around behind her while she runs, a stumble in her step, but her cheerfulness is evident regardless. It’s not a huge surprise that, eventually, she runs into someone (there had been several close calls prior, as she bumps past people in her excitement); eyes turning up towards the stranger.