Chapter 307: Arc 5, - 1: Homesick
Lush grass hosted morning dew that hadn’t had the chance to dry quite yet. Shrubs walled off the paths and an intoxicating scent permeated the air—sharp nitrogenous sweetness.
The fresh culmination of a nightly storm left the skies shaded by swirling puffs of white and the late morning Sun bared its light enough to send down a delicate glow upon the gardens.
Such melodramatic weather. She could sit with her eyes endlessly wandering the skies, letting her thoughts drifts akin to the clouds above.
"Meko?"
The dulcet voice brought her blank stare back down. Oh, that’s right, they were under a frilly blue umbrella—table of white metal which had a polished glass circle in its centre.
She looked to the redhead, "What?"
One of Hotaru’s ears folded, "You haven’t touched your muffin," she pointed out.
Fumeko looked down to the couple of chocolate muffins on her plate she picked out from the serving stands in front of her; various pastries and desserts sat atop it—her cup of tea half-full. "Yeah, yeah, don’t worry I’ll eat it."
An orangish-black butterfly fluttered past and her gaze followed its flight. Asobi had one hand on the table, while the other hand was painting her nails.
Her eyes were glued to her fingernails till, "Oh no," the elf uttered. The butterfly took rest upon the back of her hand; Asobi froze, "It tickles...! Please don’t walk on my nails Mr Butterfly," she hushed.
Fumeko waved her hand and shooed it away, "Just move your hand next time."
"But I made friends with it," Asobi pouted.