Yukari sits in a gentle silence, looking over the city. Wind rustles through the trees as her ponytail sways in the cool breeze, offsetting the warmth of the sun making it quite comfortable. From up on the rock, she notices people going about their days, unaware of her presence. Unaware that she longs for change, something new. Though the scenery is beautiful, and it's always breathtaking to overlook the city, something always feels missing.
"Gorgeous..." She mutters to herself, wondering what the day may hold. "I've not had time to myself to think, or just relax in a fair while. Not like this, anyways." She rubs her neck tenderly, remembering the faint memories of a battle leaving her neck broken. Though all is well now, it's still something she'd rather forget, or regain her strength to improve so it doesn't happen again. "Perhaps some training might be in order today..."
While it's always a pleasure to enjoy some time alone, training might be good. Having been gone so long has made her muscles weak, and her joints stiff though she's not aware of any of her old friends left here. Even those she used to talk to seem like they've been gone a long time. Perhaps a much different change is needed after all. Feeling the weight of her all too familiar black steel shortsword on the back of her waist, she feels a comfort she's not known for a long time. "Or perhaps some today's the day I make a new friend or two..."
"Gorgeous..." She mutters to herself, wondering what the day may hold. "I've not had time to myself to think, or just relax in a fair while. Not like this, anyways." She rubs her neck tenderly, remembering the faint memories of a battle leaving her neck broken. Though all is well now, it's still something she'd rather forget, or regain her strength to improve so it doesn't happen again. "Perhaps some training might be in order today..."
While it's always a pleasure to enjoy some time alone, training might be good. Having been gone so long has made her muscles weak, and her joints stiff though she's not aware of any of her old friends left here. Even those she used to talk to seem like they've been gone a long time. Perhaps a much different change is needed after all. Feeling the weight of her all too familiar black steel shortsword on the back of her waist, she feels a comfort she's not known for a long time. "Or perhaps some today's the day I make a new friend or two..."