The sun stood high, throwing its sunrays over the city of Kurosawa. The stones that made up the buildings seemed to shine with new life and the people felt reinvigorated as the sunrays shared their warmth with the ever moving crowd. Misaki had just recently enrolled as an academy student, and she was already seeing places that she had only been able to dream about. Kurosawa looked so different from the underground where she grew up, it felt like a dream. The houses of sand and plaster had been changed by real bricks and natural stone, and they were huge in comparison to what she was used to see in Sunagakure where most constructions were halted by the size of the underground's hollowed out areas. Reflected in those amber eyes of hers, Misaki found them marvelous. The architecture made her curious, the cool colours of the stones felt like the refreshing touch of an oasis.
Following her wiles to wherever her feet would bring her, free to roam around in the vicinity for a while, Misaki carefully set her foot on the cobblestones that made the roads of this city. She wasn't used to this sort of paving as her feet were familiar with the soft, ever-shifting sands instead, and found it a little hard in the beginning to find her proper balance. Since she was wearing a traditional kimono, she took slow steps, not wishing to dirty the red outfit decorated with white cranes. Her white hair was draped loosely over it on the back, but covered in turn by the red matching parasol in her hand that threw a shadow big enough to shelter her against the sharp sun. Unlike what she was used to in Sunagakure, the sun here was not as intense, even acceptable to suffer, but she still didn't want to take chances in a foreign country of which she knew barely nothing.
Eventually, Misaki found a terrace pertaining to a tea room and took place around an elegant white table, surrounded by four empty chairs. As she positioned herself to maintain a view on the general activity in the streets, she quietly wished she had an ounce of artistic talents within her fingers. Being able to sketch out what she saw now, capturing the moment forever to look back at it once she was home would probably one of the best souvenirs she could think of at this very moment. As she waited for a waiter to take her order, the young kitsune drifted away in her dreams for a bit.
Following her wiles to wherever her feet would bring her, free to roam around in the vicinity for a while, Misaki carefully set her foot on the cobblestones that made the roads of this city. She wasn't used to this sort of paving as her feet were familiar with the soft, ever-shifting sands instead, and found it a little hard in the beginning to find her proper balance. Since she was wearing a traditional kimono, she took slow steps, not wishing to dirty the red outfit decorated with white cranes. Her white hair was draped loosely over it on the back, but covered in turn by the red matching parasol in her hand that threw a shadow big enough to shelter her against the sharp sun. Unlike what she was used to in Sunagakure, the sun here was not as intense, even acceptable to suffer, but she still didn't want to take chances in a foreign country of which she knew barely nothing.
Eventually, Misaki found a terrace pertaining to a tea room and took place around an elegant white table, surrounded by four empty chairs. As she positioned herself to maintain a view on the general activity in the streets, she quietly wished she had an ounce of artistic talents within her fingers. Being able to sketch out what she saw now, capturing the moment forever to look back at it once she was home would probably one of the best souvenirs she could think of at this very moment. As she waited for a waiter to take her order, the young kitsune drifted away in her dreams for a bit.