veritassomnis
Having been washed up on this island twice, Kamira couldn’t help but feel lonely at the fact she knew hardly anyone here well. Sure, she had her family and she was very grateful for that, but even still she wanted more. That wasn’t selfish of her, was it?
Hitting the town, she was looking over all the stalls the natives set up for the newcomers to peruse and buy from. She’d noticed a young brunette eyeing several objects.
Bingo.
“My, and what are they selling here?”
On the contrary, Madotsuki was doing just fine on her own. No one paying her much mind was fairly normal, and she never took it to heart, really. She just didn’t have that much of a presence. Such was life.
That said, it was a little surprising when she was spoken to, but she supposed it made sense given the stall next to them. It was filled with all sorts of handmade woodwinds, flutes and ocarinas, and even a few harmonicas. Madotsuki herself had been testing out a wooden recorder, until she’d been called to. Perhaps this lady had just heard that? Oh right, she was being spoken to.
“Ah--flutes.” That was the easiest answer, but it wasn’t untrue. Madotsuki held the recorder in her hands a little closer, and smiled. It had made such a wonderful sounds. “They’re very nice.”
