Caught in the snow. [P]
Feb 10, 2012 10:22:33 GMT -7
Post by ℳ i h a r u. ღ on Feb 10, 2012 10:22:33 GMT -7
"Oooh who-o-oaaa."
Song lyrics rose and mixed in with the blowing wind, the crunching of boots following suit as a figure slowly appeared in the flurry of snow. A head of blonde tresses was barely visible underneath a knitted black cap, matching the black coat that molded against the body, revealing it to be that of a female. Wool pants of a gray color clung and warmed the thin legs of the young woman while knee-high boots covered the rest of her form.
The song she had been previously singing out loud became a soft humming as she approached the building known as the Yukigakure Embassy. Eventually the humming died upon her lips as she came to a halt in front of the impressive, yet somehow intimidating structure. Not only did the beauty of this particular building stun her, but the capital itself did. The lights and the glittering icicles dazzled her. It was truly a sight to behold.
Hands slipped from her pockets and rose to her mouth, warm breath blowing to heat them. Her gloves has been forgotten when she left her place of living and her fingertips were feeling the effects of this mistake. This trivial thing should have been overlooked, but something about it felt odd. Forgetfulness was something that Miharu didn't do. Ever. Nor were random trips to the capitol. Something most definitely led her here, but what? Whatever it was, it would surely come to be known.
The song she had been previously singing out loud became a soft humming as she approached the building known as the Yukigakure Embassy. Eventually the humming died upon her lips as she came to a halt in front of the impressive, yet somehow intimidating structure. Not only did the beauty of this particular building stun her, but the capital itself did. The lights and the glittering icicles dazzled her. It was truly a sight to behold.
Hands slipped from her pockets and rose to her mouth, warm breath blowing to heat them. Her gloves has been forgotten when she left her place of living and her fingertips were feeling the effects of this mistake. This trivial thing should have been overlooked, but something about it felt odd. Forgetfulness was something that Miharu didn't do. Ever. Nor were random trips to the capitol. Something most definitely led her here, but what? Whatever it was, it would surely come to be known.