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maskormenacelogs2016-10-29 10:21 pm
sasaeru) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-10-29 10:21 pm
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WHO: Maya and Ulvida
WHERE: the Lucky Cat Cafe
WHEN: OCTOBER whenever
WHAT: two very different girls meet
WARNINGS: none!
[Ulvida now has "visiting this café" as a part of her weekly routine. Sometimes it's more than once a week, but it's at least once, traveling all the way from De Chima to come to this cute little shop in Heropa, just to see the red-haired girl that ran the store and to grab a pastry or two for Gran to have when he got home. It was a good routine; she was never the type of person to hate it.
Anyway, the bell at the top of the café door jingles as Ulvida pulls it open, letting in the still-warm breeze of Florida in autumn and taking a soft huff of breath as the sweet, warm air of the café hits her in the face. It was unlike anything she really knew; the Sun Garden was warm, but the food was never so sweet-smelling, and Aliea Academy was cold and sterile. The government housing in De Chima was getting close, but still not this much. The smell of butter and fruits and coffee made her think about the cafés and bakeries she dreamed about as a little girl, and as usual, it makes her feel a little giddy to be here.
But today, it seems like the redhaired Wendy isn't in. At least, she's not on the floor. A little disappointed but not showing it on her face, she picks up a tray and a pair of tongs to start browsing the bakery's shelves, and she's just about to grab herself an apple pastry when she sees it: a flash of dark, pinkish hair.
And she can't deny it in moments like this. She's homesick. Not for Aliea or anywhere in particular, but for the people there. Even with Gran here, and what a comfort that is, she's still so used to being surrounded by other children no matter how tense life had been the past five years. After all, no matter what, she had always been there. So the pink hair catches her eyes, and even though this woman's hair is longer and straighter than that of her best friend, and her eyes are nothing like hers, and they dress nothing alike, and there's no way that that girl could be here, Ulvida can't help but stare in the woman's direction and utter the name that rose to the front of her mind.]
Fumiko?
WHERE: the Lucky Cat Cafe
WHEN: OCTOBER whenever
WHAT: two very different girls meet
WARNINGS: none!
[Ulvida now has "visiting this café" as a part of her weekly routine. Sometimes it's more than once a week, but it's at least once, traveling all the way from De Chima to come to this cute little shop in Heropa, just to see the red-haired girl that ran the store and to grab a pastry or two for Gran to have when he got home. It was a good routine; she was never the type of person to hate it.
Anyway, the bell at the top of the café door jingles as Ulvida pulls it open, letting in the still-warm breeze of Florida in autumn and taking a soft huff of breath as the sweet, warm air of the café hits her in the face. It was unlike anything she really knew; the Sun Garden was warm, but the food was never so sweet-smelling, and Aliea Academy was cold and sterile. The government housing in De Chima was getting close, but still not this much. The smell of butter and fruits and coffee made her think about the cafés and bakeries she dreamed about as a little girl, and as usual, it makes her feel a little giddy to be here.
But today, it seems like the redhaired Wendy isn't in. At least, she's not on the floor. A little disappointed but not showing it on her face, she picks up a tray and a pair of tongs to start browsing the bakery's shelves, and she's just about to grab herself an apple pastry when she sees it: a flash of dark, pinkish hair.
And she can't deny it in moments like this. She's homesick. Not for Aliea or anywhere in particular, but for the people there. Even with Gran here, and what a comfort that is, she's still so used to being surrounded by other children no matter how tense life had been the past five years. After all, no matter what, she had always been there. So the pink hair catches her eyes, and even though this woman's hair is longer and straighter than that of her best friend, and her eyes are nothing like hers, and they dress nothing alike, and there's no way that that girl could be here, Ulvida can't help but stare in the woman's direction and utter the name that rose to the front of her mind.]
Fumiko?