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-- ❝ yoo shiah. you can usually find me at the blacksmith's workshop

[hmyooa-blog]

♡ CARNIVAL ( cheap thrills )

[hmdaehan-blog]

(...)

“do you really go all the way to the top?” daehan squinted at the large contraption, trying to make out the cart of people perched at the very top of it.  he felt a drop in his stomach, his body feeling a little faint at the thought.  now definitely was not the best time to develop a fear of heights, especially when his friend wanted to ride it so badly.  he pushed back any negative thoughts, nodding his head at her words, “i can’t imagine it would take any longer than that.  there’s only so much you can look at when you’re suspended in mid-air.”  a laugh bubbled out of him, his cheeks coloring pink, “i think that would be kind of romantic, don’t you?  either that, or a complete disaster if one of them fainted or something.”  the mere suggestion of ditching her made him frown, a small gasp escaping passed his lips, “i would never do that!  i wanted to come here with you, not my peers.  i promise i wouldn’t just leave you like that.”  he offered her a small smile, hoping that she believed him.  “um, i think that they have to pass a safety inspection in order to operate the rides, so you probably can’t fall out very easily.”

[hmyooa-blog]

when daehan apologizes, shiah immediately shakes her head. “what? no, don’t be sorry!” she gives him a wide, friendly smile. “i just like to prove people that i can take care of myself even after daddy left me here all alone,” she says, carelessly as if the fact that she had to become self-sustaining in one day didn’t phase her at all a year ago when it happened. “i have a job after all which pays pretty well and if i wasn’t spending my money on useless things, i wouldn’t ever have problems,” she sighs as she hooks her fingers in a few strands of her hair, untangling some knots. “and it is a totally nice thing of you to offer that! if anything, i’m being the asshole here for not accepting, but,” she shrugs, giggling in a childish manner as she links arms with daehan if he lets her, “i think we’re waaaaaaay beyond formalities anyway.”

upon hearing the boy’s idea, shiah’s eyes actually light up and she nods hastily in agreement. “that’s a good idea! we should totally do that, yes.” she confirms her approval a few more times but then her expressions darkens, seeming genuinely worried. “okay but what if i can’t win you the plushie? will o have to sacrifice something not to be indebted to you then?” she asks, her tone mostly joking but she’s honestly not sure she would be able to win anything. for once, she’s never really done any of these types of games where you would need either much luck or some sort of skill (like, a good aim) to win prizes. the possibility of getting something interesting as a result of a game certainly piques her interest, though.

shiah frowns as she imagines anyone not getting to the top. how would that even be possible? “I’m preeeeetty sure you gotta go all the way up. I mean, how else would you prevent that from happening? jump out of the cart? poke your head out, start waving and yelling for the thing to stop?” a chuckle rolls off her tongue as an image of that scene forms in her head. “do you think anyone has ever tried climbing off of the wheel? like, escaping the cart and starting to climb all the way down the iron parts of it?” the girl doesn’t even want to imagine anyone resorting to that. “romantic?” she asks and then her features soften, eyes dreamily staring forward. “ah yes, definitely! i wish i could try that sometime. not the fainting part! but being alone in a cart with someone who makes my stomach do flip-flops. is that the word?” she mutters the question to herself, not giving it much thought. daehan’s sudden outburst makes her laugh; the boy seems so mad that the thought even popped up in her mind that she can’t help but giggle. “sorry, sorry~” she says in english seasoned with a pretty bad korean accent, “of course i never actually thought you would do that.” she suddenly stops; she doesn’t even realize that they’ve reached the ferris wheel until they’re already involuntarily standing in the queue for it, which is surprisingly long considering just how little people marigold and yongdam are made up of. “wow, i guess this line will take a while. wanna play ‘i spy…’ in the meantime?”

[wheeinxhm-deactivated20161202]

see of seads. wheein&yooa

[hmyooa-blog]

wheeinxhm:

(...)

“to order so much in a short period. you must own a big land too! i bet you have such a beautiful garden already,”

it always made her happy when her cheeriness ended up being contagious; seeing the delivery girl mimic her lively expressions and tone now doesn’t have any different impact on her and if only it was possible, her smile would grow even wider. there’s something she finds absolutely cute about this girl, perhaps it’s her mild clumsiness or the way she’s holding a big sack that’s certainly heavier than what her petite body should be carrying. shiah quickly points at the ground next to the door.

“you can just put it there!” she doesn’t have the time to plant the seeds at the moment, anyway, so bringing it into the workshop would be useless. if the girl puts the sack down, shiah quickly hands over the amount of money wanted and some tips. upon the other’s comment, shiah feels herself flushing a little; she flashes a small smile and nods sheepishly. “yeah, i do like plants a lot,” is only what she says because while that is true, she wouldn’t want to ever admit that this love has proven to be completely one-sided. plants wouldn’t keep dying on her if they loved her, that’s for sure.

then the girl speaks again and shiah is genuinely surprised by the assumption made. she quickly waves a hand and beams at the other, not feeling even an inch of embarrassment as she utters the following words, “oh not at all! my garden is really small and is practically full of dead plants because no matter what seed i put in the ground, it wouldn’t survive for more than a few weeks tops.”

[hmyooa-blog]

♡ CARNIVAL ( gotta work on that aim )

[hcxyoon]

(...)

The girl turned to the side and, without thinking at all, pulled the trigger out of surprise. As she saw the other down below she became afraid she maybe had killed her, but after they started talking Sang let out a sigh of relief, finally lowering the gun. “I’m so sorry for that. I truly did not mean to.” Filled with guilt her hands pushed the thing towards the other, completely giving up any hope she had of achieving success. “I swear I was giving my best shot.” She said with no thoughts of making a joke. “Maybe the gun is broken or some sort.”

[hmyooa-blog]

shiah raises a hang to virtually wipe the non-existent sweat off her forehead and she gives the girl a small smile. “good to know, i’m relieved now! we would have had some serious problem if you were actually looking for my death,” she says and giggles a little upon hearing the (not even bad) joke, happily taking the gun away from. she shall show this girl how things are done!

“i mean, that could be a possibility, but i doubt they would give broken guns to customers, thus sacrificing the success of the game,” shiah says, taking the comment maybe a bit too seriously but she’s already focused on how to position herself in the best way for a perfect shot. “so, what would you like to win?” she questions curiously, her eyes quickly grazing every potential prizes that you could get and she admits that there are some really nice stuff, including plushies and rainbow slinky springs that shiah has always had so much fun as a kid.

when she finds the best posture (or at least she thinks it’s the best one), shiah closes one eye in the hopes of better aiming and lifts her gun, pointing it at the moving ducks and suddenly it seems like their speed has gone up… shiah’s forehead wrinkles in concentration and she takes a deep breath before counting down from three then she aims and… shoot! but she misses, oh she misses so horribly that all at once her cheeks are super red and she refuses to look at the girl next to her. “let me just try again, this was just a warm-up.”

[m-ihyuns]

[hmxeric-deactivated20170105]

» ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴇ

[hmxeric-deactivated20170105]

(...)

rubbing the weariness from his eyes, sunwoo stared at the young lady, eyes wide with interest at a new face, a new distraction to his young mind, followed suit by a soft, shy hum of ‘hello’, before proceeding to burrow himself behind his father. eric smiled gently at his son, and then cast his eyes back to the girl - he thinks he saw her around before, especially in a town as small as marigold.

          “ he’s always a little shy  around strangers,             but he’d warm up to you by the end of the             session.   could   you   please   introduce                                                                    yourself? ”

[hmyooa-blog]

she doesn’t need to be told twice; when he tells her to sit, she obeys, her eyes hopping from sunwoo’s face to eric’s and vice versa, not being sure whom to look at. of course, she should be keeping eye contact with her probably soon-to-be employer but sunwoo is so adorable that shiah is having a hard time tearing her gaze away – but then her problem is soon solved when the boy wiggles behind his father’s back to hide, destroying her opportunity to even look at him any further.

“yes, thank you, water would be nice,” she says after debating whether she should accept anything or not but after a short train of thought she determines that the polite thing to do in situations like these is probably accepting. besides, it’s not like water is an expensive treat even though they price it ridiculously in cafés with the exact purpose of scaring customers away from ordering that instead of any other drinks. shiah’s not complaining though; she doesn’t like coffee and water is what she mostly drinks anyway, so it’s perfect.

“oh, i don’t mind that, it’s understandable he’s shy! i just hope i don’t seem too scary or anything,” she says, the smile never once disappearing from her face and she tries to peek at the boy again but with no success. when she’s asked to introduce herself, suddenly all the blood runs to her cheeks and she covers her face with her palms in embarrassment. oh goddess, where have her manners gone?!

“goddess, i’m sorry for being so impolite! my name is yoo shiah, i’m currently seventeen years and counting. it’s a great pleasure to meet you,” she bows not only once but twice, as an apology and because of manners and she hopes that she hasn’t cut all her chances here. surely, eric doesn’t seem like a snob who would get all worked up because of something like bad manners, but the thought keeps gnawing at shiah’s thoughs and her teeth hook onto her bottom lip in slight worry.

“i hope my age isn’t a problem,” she says as she places her hands in her lap, now sitting in a pose that completely suits the good girl aesthetics. “i haven’t babysitted anyone professionally so far but i’ve always liked playing with the kids around town and there are some youngsters who often come to my workplace and i love teaching them about the stuff i do and i’ve always thought that kids naturally liked me,” she smiles a little, making sure not to come off as cocky but rather as someone who loves the fact that children adore her, which is in fact totally the case. she desperately hopes that sunwoo won’t be the one to break this lovely tradition but then again, why would anyone hate her before even getting to know her?

[wheeinxhm-deactivated20161202]

see of seads. wheein&yooa

(...)

“excuse me? delivery from the seed shop!” she waited and hopped on her place at the same time, later sitting by the bag with her legs wrapped around it like a barricade.

[hmyooa-blog]

one day, shiah will stop wasting her money on plant seeds. and one day, her plants will survive for more than a month and then she won’t have to repeatedly buy seeds. she doesn’t know what she’s doing wrong! she waters them regularly, she makes sure not to expose them to excessive sunshine… and yet. they just keep dying around her. perhaps that’s her fate. but she doesn’t want to accept that! she will raise a plant and watch it grow into a beautiful adult plant soon! she feels it in her bones that she’ll succeed soon.

when she hears a callout, shiah’s tummy flutters. her new plant babies have arrived! these will grow. these won’t die, she knows for sure. not just because she doesn’t want to see any more plants dying but because she also doesn’t want to spend more money on seeds. she needs to pay for so many things and yet she’s wasting it on so many unnecessary things…

she runs downstairs to the workshop, happily jumping down the stairs and in a heartbeat she’s already opening the sesame and beaming at the delivery girl who’s been a regular visitor at her home lately. “hello there, thank you so much!” she chirps as she pulls her small wallet out of her (tiny bit dirty) work uniform’s pocket. “ah, i’m so happy you’re here, i’ve been very excited to receive my new babies!”

[hmyooa-blog]

♡ CARNIVAL ( rocky road )

ft. @hmnara

yes, yes. finally. she’s sitting on the roller coaster and it’s happening! it’s been quite the bravery to ride it alone, but shiah has never been too big on thinking things through and she decided it all on a whim – hopefully she wouldn’t regret! at least she’s sitting next to a nice lady and not some smelling fisherman; and she’s looking pretty calm, too, so it’s all good. it should be, at least. everything will go perfectly. right. here it comes!

the ride starts and it’s very calming. it starts off slow and barely waddles forward at all and shiah is confused for a second but then – it speeds up! it’s going! really fast! and shiah is suddenly shocked and her hair is suddenly doing moves an inflatable tube man would be jealous of and her blood is boiling and she feels adrenaline rushing through her burning veins and by the time she realizes, she’s holding onto the woman next to her as if her depended on it. “we’re going to die! we’re going to die, oh my goddess, oh my goddess, harvest goddess save us, i’m going to fall out of the cart! help me!” she screams at the top of her lungs and now both her hands are grabbing onto the lady and it’s all very embarrassing and oh goddess what has she done—

[rosecrystal]

[hmyooa-blog]

♡ CARNIVAL ( cheap thrills )

[hmdaehan-blog]

(...)

he jumped slightly as she shouted out once more, standing on his toes to get the best possible look of the scene.  “is that huge thing the ferris wheel?  wow, that is really tall.”  to rid himself of any lingering nerves, he let out a laugh, “i wonder how long it takes to get up to the top.”  he paused at her question, trying to remember if any of his other friends had mentioned attending.  “i mean, i’m sure some of them will be there.  like you said, just about everyone is going at some point.  it’s kind of a big thing to have here, so i’d be shocked if people didn’t go.”

[hmyooa-blog]

“candied apples you say?! oh my god i haven’t had those since…” she chirps but then abruptly stops; as she realizes that the last time she ate those treats, it was her mother who made them and that now it had been almost fifteen years. her father never made them after she had left and she couldn’t blame him; she forgot about their existence anyway up until now that she found out they’re being sold here. “we need to try them out later! but first i think we should ride the ferris wheel and the roller coaster in case either of us decided to throw up,” she chuckles, genuinely hoping that wouldn’t happen.

when she hears daehan’s offer, she immediately starts waving her hands. “no way! i’m a grown-up woman, i can support myself!” she says, giving him a thumbs up, but there’s a bitter taste in her mouth.  “it’s not like you have to thank me for anything! you’re my friend, of course i would come with you,” she nods a few times, flashing her sweetest and biggest smile at daehan. pursing her lips up, she quickly runs a finger along her bottom lip in thought. “maybe i’ll let you treat me for something, but definitely not everything!” that could work, she thinks. as far as she knows, daehan is pretty well off financially; but that still doesn’t make her feel good about letting him pay for everything, so compromise is key.

her eyes following daehan’s, she stares at the ferris wheel in pure amazement now that she can take a better look at just how huge it is. “pretty sure that’s it, yes! goddess, that’s so very tall, i’m so excited to ride it!” she glances back at her friend. “i’m guessing it wouldn’t take more than half an hour now, would it? otherwise people would get really bored,” she ponders, her head rocking from one side to another. “unless it’s lovebirds who manage to have a separate cart for themselves, i guess couples wouldn’t be bored at all,” she giggles, and she doesn’t even realize how inappropriate that might sound, being the clear definition of innocence like she usually is. “yeah, you’re right. i hope you’re not going to just ditch me if you see any of your other friends around,” she says teasingly, mildly bumping the other in the side with her elbow. “man, we can’t fall out of those carts right? right? it’s starting to look pretty scary!”

[hmyooa-blog]

♡ CARNIVAL ( gotta work on that aim )

ft. @hmsang

so many people, so many faces, so many smelly armpits— shiah is definitely on the verge of freaking out after having lost her friend in the crowd that would barely even be considered in a city but in yongdam?! it’s a freaking herring party! shiah has no idea how she could lose sight of him so easily and they haven’t even agreed on a rendezvous spot to meet at in case they lost each other; mostly because none of them freaking thought it would happen!

but it did, so now shiah’s maneuvering through people, her eyes frantically looking for any familiar faces but she sees no one— no one! a frustrated sigh rolling off her tongue, she slips out of the middle of all the hustle so she wouldn’t have to stop to catch a breath right in the center of the place. she quickly combs through her hair, accidentally pulling out a few strands along the way. she sighs once again, slowly turning her head to look around for the millionth time when she notices that she stopped right next to the shooting range, something she’s been meaning to try out (just not alone). it’s obvious that the girl in control of the gun is struggling – she’s literally missing every single shot! by miles!

shiah is about to approach the girl when suddenly the gun is pointed at her and it’s a matter of two milliseconds that the bullet doesn’t get buried in her neck (of course, it wouldn’t have anyway, it’s not like it’s a real bullet, but still) and she wheezes; staring at the girl who just almost shot her in fear.

“i hope this was just a horribly missed shot and you weren’t actually trying to kill me!” she says half-joking, half-serious before straightening herself back up and taking a deep breath. a smile soon appears upon her lips which is an automatic reaction of the ever-smiling girl but also to lift the mood because the girl surely seems frustrated a bit; she’s not surprised, with an aim like that, shiah’s annoyance would be over the top at this point. “hey, give it to me, i’ll help you get whatever present you’re aiming for!” she offers, a sudden frown on her forehead. “or more like, not aiming for because you clearly have the worst aim i’ve ever seen.”

[hmyooa-blog]

♡ CARNIVAL ( cheap thrills )

[hmdaehan-blog]

(...)

it was cute to see the girl so excited, the same buzz of adrenaline running through his veins as well. it would be a new experience for the both of them, and daehan was genuinely pleased to know that he had a friend to tag along with.  “i want to ride a roller coaster!” he spoke up, a small smile settled on his features, “i saw a movie once with a roller coaster, and it looked like a lot of fun.”

[hmyooa-blog]

“the roller coaster, yes! that’s a very good choice,” shiah nods in excitement, two fingers tapping at her bottom lip. “we definitely have to try that, too. actually, we should just try out everything! i also hope there will be lots of yummy food,” shiah grins and she places a hand on her tummy, making a number of circling motions. “i’m already starving. do you think that since the van brothers are so popular everything will be expensive? i hope not, otherwise i might have to give up a few fares.”

if considering money, the brothers chose the worst possible time ever to hold a carnival because shiah receives her salary every first week of the month which means that it’s been quite a while since she last got money; and she’s never been too good at keeping it on her hands, although she’s not the recklessly spending type either, thankfully. otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to stand on her two feet alone now that her father is out of town and god knows where he is at the moment (shiah hopes he’s in europe and that when he comes back, he’ll have lots of stories to share). perhaps she could just use all her leftover money at this carnival, she can survive a week after all, no…?

shiah shakes her head. this isn’t the time to worry about any financial problems. they’re going to have tons of fun today! she couldn’t believe her excitement could grow even more intense, but when she finally sees the outlines of all the fun in the distance, she realizes there’s still room for thrill. “look! we’re almost there,” she shouts and points in the direction of the fair, excitedly grabbing daehan’s arm. “do you think you’ll meet anyone from your university here? i mean, probably all of yongdam and marigold are attending or at least will, so you’ll probably meet some friendly faces here, right?”

[hmyooa-blog]

♡ CARNIVAL ( cheap thrills )

ft. @hmdaehan

“trust me, you’re not going to regret this!”

shiah’s always been the kind of girl who would never miss out on fun unless she had to; so when the news of the carnival at yongdam reached her ears, she couldn’t have gotten more thrilled about going. it wasn’t a question of going or not; only with whom she would be attending. of course, it’s not like a carnival was like a prom where you needed to have a partner in order to appear, and probably half of marigold’s population was going to be there anyway, but shiah still thought it would be better not to go alone.

so when she found out that daehan really wanted to go but wouldn’t be allowed to do so alone, shiah stopped looking for company. she would do anything to convince him and his auntie, of course! the process of which went much better than she would have expected and once it was settled they would go together, the only thing left was the painful waiting game (which wasn’t too long, thankfully).

“we’re going to have so much fun!” she beams at daehan now that they’re on the way to the village and her mind simply won’t stop ticking, imagination going wild as she tries to fantasize about what the carnival is going to be like. she’s never heard of the van brothers before but people have been saying that they’re insanely famous and for a good reason, so shiah definitely doesn’t feel like she has anything to be afraid of.

“what are you going to try first? i hope there is going to be a ferris wheel! sitting on one has been my dream since i was, i don’t even know, very little,” she speaks, a bit faster than she should but the excitement is working her up; she’s completely unaware of how much she’s talking when she’s excited and the harvest goddest help those who are unlucky enough to be around her when she’s like that.

[hmyooa-blog]

; plot call !

does anyone want to plot for the event? please like this if you wanna give shiah some love (◡‿◡✿)

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» ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴇ

(...)

          “ tired, sunwoo-yah? we’d go home                            as soon as it’s over, okay? ”

the young child shook his head, and eric couldn’t help but laugh, patting the endearing child on the head. they’ve been out since morning, grocery shopping and running errands, and any child his age would have been worn out by noon, needing a bit of nap to keep their energy going. eric looked around, tapping his fingers on the wooden table rapidly - he’s early, no doubt, the trip to the post office faster than he would expect, but he sure hope that the girl wasn’t late.

[hmyooa-blog]

                 – –      ➤  JULY 2014  ;

“ah, my baby is finally growing up!” “she finally has her first job!” “you must do well in order to have a bright future as an employee, alright?” “babysitting is quite a difficult task for a first job, i’m so proud of you!”

these and akin words have been disturbing shiah for the past two days, ever since she found that note about looking for a babysitter and announced at home that she would become the one; okay, it didn’t necessarily disturb her but she sure is close to having enough of all the hype her first job is getting. it’s not even an actual job; is she even going to be paid at all? it’s not like she expects any money, she’s never been the type of person to be lead by the nose by materialistic things rather than the experience itself she could receive. yet, both her father and the neighbors are making such a huge deal out of it, it’s ridiculous! shiah’s suspicion is that they’re acting like this because they all think she’s immature and therefore would never expect her to apply for a job while still in high school, and honestly? she can’t blame them. she is immature.

however, she’s always loved kids and kids adored her all the same so if she isn’t the perfect candidate for this challenge, who would be? she has plenty of free time (i mean, she hates doing homework anyway) and they probably wouldn’t need her every single day, so it would be a nice breath of fresh air in her life. even just the thought of being responsible for an adorable baby boy brings a glowing smile to her features, she’s so excited!

she makes sure to appear on time, however, she wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t leave something at home in the middle of such excitement (though leaving the house without her shoes on is a whole new level even for her); so she ends up half-jogging, half-running to the café in the hope of arriving on time after all. she’s so focused on hurrying that she doesn’t even have the opportunity to look at the watch on her wrist before ending up at the destination, out of breath and close to collapsing, but when she does finally check and finds out that she’s, in fact, four minutes early, a highly content smile lights up her face.

it’s not hard to spot whom she has come to see; an adult man with a small child sitting next to him who’s seemingly very tired; but he still looks adorable, even from a distance, shiah thinks and she quickly approaches the duo, walking with as graceful steps as she can manage.

“hello!” she says and politely bows when she arrives next to the table. “you’re the one waiting for the babysitter candidate, right? i’m happy to announce that she has arrived!” she beams at the man and points her slender fingers right at herself, her gaze soon falling on the small boy and her smile growing even wider. “and you must be sunwoo! it’s very very nice to meet you, you’re adorable!”

[hmyooa-blog]

“Promises, they break before they’re made.”

“i am so sorry!” shiah cries, both of her hands covering her mouth in a half-protective, half-humble manner as she bows a few times in accordance to her apology. “i know i promised you a strawberry sponge cake for today… but i completely forgot…” she trails off, her lips curling downwards and her voice gradually going high-pitched. she stares at the ground, too embarrassed to look nara in the eye, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. 

“please forgive! can you? i promise – and this time i’ll do it for real! – i’ll bake you a strawberry sponge cake and some brownies, too! how does that sound?” 

[hmyooa-blog]

; tracking !

❝ 2016. 07. 23. 12:30PM –

writing for –

@hmnara (meme) @hmyoungae (meme) @junielhm (meme) @hmxeric

waiting on –

@hmjiho​ @hmxyongsun​ @hmnayeon​ @mijoohm​ @jaejoongxhm​ @wheeinxhm (starter)

[hmyooa-blog]

♡ pity party

ft. @hmxyongsun

first sip and it tastes weird; but she shrugs it off, it’s probably just her tasting buds acting up tonight. second sip and it still tastes weird, didn’t she ask for orange juice? it does look like it, orange and all, even though the scent might be a bit off, which is suspicious… third sip and wow, it really tastes pretty freaking weird and shiah thinks that perhaps, it’s time to just abandon this drink but she feels like it would be a waste of money. she definitely takes a note never to order this “orange wonder” thing again but she’s nice so she of course doesn’t tell the barista how weird it tastes; she wouldn’t want to offend her at any cost.

she sighs, a tiny bit disappointed that she couldn’t get her well-deserved late night treat after such a long day of work but she pays with a bright smile on her face anyway, though she finds it strange how the barista’s face gets a blurry for about two seconds, but she shakes it off. she leaves quickly, wanting to get home as soon as possible because it’s getting dark and she doesn’t feel like wandering around town during the night today, especially since it seems like there won’t be many stars up to watch.

she can’t take more than a small collection of steps, however, before the world suddenly starts spinning and shiah starts feeling super strange and not in a good way at all – the blurry vision returns but now it’s not only for a few seconds, but it lingers and it scares the hell out of the girl as she tries to grab onto the nearest tree for support. and then realization suddenly hits her – what if the “orange wonder” meant something alcoholic? oh god, how could she have been so stupid; of course it was alcohol! why would orange juice be called “orange wonder”? shiah mentally beats herself up for making yet another mistake of this caliber (there have been many instances lately) and she knocks her forehead against the tree’s trunk.

…but this just adds oil to the fire and the world begins spinning faster, pain taking over her head and the last thing she sees remains the orange sky as she passes out right in the middle of the street.