Looking from the corridors, all that could be seen is a small form, leaning over a desk. Her face was buried in books, her arms writhing in a frantic fashion. Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be the newest guild master in Fiore, Haruhi Kanashimi. At only 12 years old, Haru had managed to forge her own sanctuary, based on her own ideals. Haru was working frantically, calling on jobs, designs for the new hall, and ripping through papers for anxious members. She was displeased with all of them.
Haru threw the desk away from her, stomping herself outside, to the cold, ripping air. The frozen breath from the surrounding mountains passed by her cheeks, showing her breath as she walked her pathway. Haru was alone in this home. She had nobody with her, to support her, or to support.
Haru threw the desk away from her, stomping herself outside, to the cold, ripping air. The frozen breath from the surrounding mountains passed by her cheeks, showing her breath as she walked her pathway. Haru was alone in this home. She had nobody with her, to support her, or to support.