Usagi’s hands felt like ice as she walked about the city. Upon leaving her house, she thought she had brought everything she needed—a warm hat, small ear muffs, a muffler to keep her neck warm, and a thick coat her mother had bought for her last winter. In her desire to get out of the house, she must have left without even thinking about gloves. Fortunately her coat pockets were warm enough, but as the day progressed, the sky darkened and a fine, powdery snow began to fall.
The temperature dropped as the sky became to a dull gray. She wanted to go out and skim the shops along the main avenue since she found a small stash of money in her room. The morning was spent in boredom and contemplation of what to do with herself. After deciding to go through the drawers of her dresser, a small red pouch was found at the bottom. An excited giggle spilled from her mouth when the money came tumbling out of the tiny bag and before she knew it, she was dressed and out the door.
Throughout the afternoon, the hooded blond bought small snacks, a cookie here, a hot chocolate there. She whined to herself each time she had to take her hands out of her pockets, the biting cold stinging them whenever she reached to grab whatever it was that she bought. The numbness that began to creep upon her hands was too distracting to ignore anymore and she went looking for a shop that might offer gloves or mittens.
Eventually, after finding nothing but a string of candy and coffee shops lined one after another, Usagi stumbled upon a small store lined with dresses, blouses, cardigans, sweaters and more. The writing on the window claimed that everything was homemade and guaranteed to last. Everything in the window looked so beautiful….
A bell chimed once Usagi’s hand pressed the door open, her fingers splayed wide against the glass. She couldn’t be sure that she’d find what she was looking for here, but at least she’d be somewhere warm. As she walked through the aisles, a longing came over her; she wished she could make clothing as beautiful as this. As it was, she could barely sew a button back on to her coats. Maybe I’ll ask Mom to teach me sometime! Lost in thought, Usagi didn’t noticed the people around her. She took a step towards a dark red cardigan when she felt her shoulder run into someone else’s.
Ah! Everytime!! She turned towards the person beside her and stammered out an apology. The voice of the one she bumped into rang in her ears; smooth, elegant, and sophisticated. Usagi’s gaze rose to meet matching azure eyes staring down at her. the woman’s thick, teal curls framed her face and spilled down onto her shoulders. The taller woman’s eyes widened as the smaller girl squeaked.
"Michiru-san!" A quiet exclamation came in a breathy gasp. Usagi was surprised and confused. Michiru hadn’t been seen since she and Haruka had left with baby Hotaru and a promise to return in the future.
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