@springblessed
Sitting in front of a pond, he lifts his head at the approach of a small girl, shy in her stature, yet promising in her spirit. Though he’s not completely certain what she’s doing here, he can only assume that she might be milling around to see the koi in the waters. Despite their lack of plentiful, as many fountains in Japan had twice the count of this certain pool, he could appreciate their markings and coloring. Shimmering shades of orange ranging to silver, he had to question if anyone would find them unappealing.
“I hope I am not making this uncomfortable for you.”
















