Sleeping Magnolia || @livelylisanna
It was a day like every other.
The eldest Strauss woke up to find snow piling up outside her window, only no more snow fell down. No sign of blizzard, at least--she slept ever so peacefully, undisturbed by certain voices of nature. Rubbing her head slightly, Mirajane sat up and headed straight to Lisanna's room still in her pajamas. It would be nice to give her a warm good morning before going to work at the guild.
On her way, though, she stopped and looked out the window once again--and all of a sudden, her heart thumped for no reason. There was just something not right out there, although she couldn't name it. People were there--merchants and buyers, old-mans and children. They were doing activities just all the same, except that they were... still.
Still.
Gasping, the white-haired mage opened the window and breathed in the scent of morning air. She looked below--as she was in the second floor--and noticed that none of these people died, or frozen. The constant breath that man let out, the tummy of the boy that went up and down--they were breathing, peaceful even, but they eyes were closed. Which only meant one thing.
"LISANNA!" The girl screamed her head out, running straight to the youngest Strauss's room and slammed the door open. There she was, still laying on her bed, sleeping. But that didn't matter right now. Driven by panic, Mirajane rushed to her and shook her shoulder, trying to wake up her little sister. "Lisanna! Lisanna!"
