She’s bent down, on her knees in the dirt as she digs, shovel in her hand. Seeds lay delicately beside her, ready to be planted in the ground. Idly, a trail of ants walk by without a care as the morning breeze caresses her cheeks, rose locks swaying in the wind. With a gloved hand she takes a handful of forget-me-not seeds and sticks them into the freshly dug hole, carefully covering them with dirt and patting the earth down.
Wiping her brow, she begins to stand up, careful not to disturb the newly planted seeds as joints ache in protest. It was getting harder and harder to be on her knees lately, which would make her life a lot more difficult. With a shake of the head she walks inside, instantly met with cool air from the fans overhead, vowing to visit the clinic one of these days.
Turning on the faucet, the girl takes off her gloves and sticks her hands underneath the cold water, washing her hands free of any dirt residue that got caught beneath her gloves. She’s wiping her hands dry when she hears the screech, heart instantly sinking as a hand jumps to her pale throat.
Lyria rushes outside, hands pressed over pink mouth as she takes in the scene. A girl is laying in the dirt, leaning against a toppled wheelbarrow, vibrant orange hair speckled with brown soil. At her words, rosy optics blink once, twice, before she rushes forwards, words spilling from painted lips.
❝ Oh my gosh, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere? ❞
Extending a hand, she carefully grasps the other’s soiled hand, gently squeezing it in reassurance. She wasn’t the first to trip over that pesky wheelbarrow, herself included ( she’d face-planted into the side of it once ). Helping the girl to her feet, she tilted her head, taking in the girl’s appearance, covered head to toe in dirt. Occupational hazard for Lyria, but certainly not for innocent strangers.
With a reassuring smile playing at her lips, she takes both of the girl’s hands into her own, inspecting them for damage. With this, she gently begins to lead her inside.
❝ Don’t worry, no one comes here at this hour. Come with me,
I’ll help you get cleaned up, I should have a change of clothes somewhere! ❞
Seconds go by, seconds that feel like minutes, or no time at all as Nagisa hangs on Lyria’s visage. Doe-eyes wide, and mouth slightly open, like a lowercase ‘ o ’ ; this girl is... beautiful. The flowing hair, gentle eyes, the faint, pink aura... has she met an angel?
With a mousy silence, Nagisa takes Lyria’s soft hands. She is not sure why she feels so eclipsed, but maybe it’s because of the stark contrast between the women in her family, and this lovely, pink-eyed girl. Her family was more... maybe ‘ sporty ’ was the right word. This girl... she looks more like a lady, or how Nagisa might picture a princess to look.
A passing breeze alerts Nagisa out of her daze.
“ Mm? Oh, yeah... I’m fine. Sorry for knocking over all of your dirt. ” Nagisa’s cheeks redden alongside a sheepish grin. “ I’ll help you clean that up. ” she offers, and finds herself following the lovely girl wherever she was leading her.
Wow, offering to help her clean up, and even her own clothes to wear... how kind! ♥ She reminds Nagisa of her childhood friend, Hitomi: good-hearted, beautiful, and looking out for others. Well... she’s sure they aren’t exactly alike, but Nagisa feels in her heart that they might have some similar merits.
“ Thanks for your help, miss. Ah... my name is Nagisa! It’s good to meet you. ”
