A cold wind graced pale skin, the light of the moon veiling over the Mountain Village where a certain guild was located close to. There were many voices chattering and grazing against one another in one loud sea of noises, laughter and cheers emitting occasionally here and there in celebration of the coming holiday in this winter month. However, one individual decided it would be best to hide away from the large crowd of people on the inside - escaping to the outside world to fulfill the need for fresh air. It was one of the last breaks of the night the woman would have before having to sneak back inside, completing the duty that she was used to meeting with dubious care.
A soft sigh escaped pink tinted lips as a breeze brushed by, in turn causing Shu to instinctively hug herself in an attempt to keep herself warm. True as it may have been that the doors to the guild were open for all to walk through, there was no getting used to the cold. It may have seemed rather warm on the inside because of all the people attending, the mass of body heat and other forms of magic keeping the room stable in regards to temperature. However, on the outside, it revealed the truth to just how chilling the weather could be in the month. Rubbing her hands together, the waitress muttered to herself as she placed herself on a step that was all-too familiar with her - looking around at the environment around her to find comforting traces all around.
She knew this area all too well.
"I-I didn't even realize th-that I would be right here, exactly where h-he put me wh-when I. . ."
Almost fainted.
The last time she had just sat down on these very steps was the Halloween Event, having almost fainted from whatever illness she was still carrying to this very moment. The young woman looked down upon the texture of the cold step she was sitting on, gracing the tip of her pale finger against the surface as she was doing her best to recall the memory she deemed precious. Shu remembered the tears she shed, the hint of warmth when she sat on this very spot, the strange sensation that blanketed her chest, and the tingling sensations that tickled her cheeks. . . Just remembering how Nao spoke to her in regards to him helping her, and even imagining him caused the woman to shake her head abruptly - huffing as she rest her hands stiffly in the lap of her red dress.
"N-No, come on, Shu! Y-You have t-to act normal around him! S-So what if y-you can't look him in th-the eye r-right now! Y-You'll eventually f-figure out why, right? R-Right. . . ?"
The maiden hung her head in that very moment with a sigh that was a form of distress, almost in disbelief with herself as a warmth that was becoming all-too-familiar was gracing the very depths of her cheek. Little had the young woman known that she was blushing a hue of red, clashing against her skin in the cold as she kept her violet gaze down upon her lap. She was experiencing a flurry of emotions that swirled within her, confused as to what to think regarding how she felt towards the very person she held closest and dearest to her.
What exactly was she feeling?
Was she nervous? Did the tickling sensations fluttering in her stomach mean she was falling ill again? Why was she getting so worked up over just thinking about someone?
So many questions and again, so little answers. . .
"Wh-What do I do? I-I don't want to avoid him or k-keep acting this f-funny around him. I-Is it funny to him, though? A-A good funny? Th-Then this wouldn't be a bad thing, would it? A-Ahhh!"
Cue the exaggerated flailing of her arms, the mage's once calm demeanor quickly retreating into a completely different world as a squeal passed by her lips. Long story short? She wasn't sure what to do.
A soft sigh escaped pink tinted lips as a breeze brushed by, in turn causing Shu to instinctively hug herself in an attempt to keep herself warm. True as it may have been that the doors to the guild were open for all to walk through, there was no getting used to the cold. It may have seemed rather warm on the inside because of all the people attending, the mass of body heat and other forms of magic keeping the room stable in regards to temperature. However, on the outside, it revealed the truth to just how chilling the weather could be in the month. Rubbing her hands together, the waitress muttered to herself as she placed herself on a step that was all-too familiar with her - looking around at the environment around her to find comforting traces all around.
She knew this area all too well.
"I-I didn't even realize th-that I would be right here, exactly where h-he put me wh-when I. . ."
Almost fainted.
The last time she had just sat down on these very steps was the Halloween Event, having almost fainted from whatever illness she was still carrying to this very moment. The young woman looked down upon the texture of the cold step she was sitting on, gracing the tip of her pale finger against the surface as she was doing her best to recall the memory she deemed precious. Shu remembered the tears she shed, the hint of warmth when she sat on this very spot, the strange sensation that blanketed her chest, and the tingling sensations that tickled her cheeks. . . Just remembering how Nao spoke to her in regards to him helping her, and even imagining him caused the woman to shake her head abruptly - huffing as she rest her hands stiffly in the lap of her red dress.
"N-No, come on, Shu! Y-You have t-to act normal around him! S-So what if y-you can't look him in th-the eye r-right now! Y-You'll eventually f-figure out why, right? R-Right. . . ?"
The maiden hung her head in that very moment with a sigh that was a form of distress, almost in disbelief with herself as a warmth that was becoming all-too-familiar was gracing the very depths of her cheek. Little had the young woman known that she was blushing a hue of red, clashing against her skin in the cold as she kept her violet gaze down upon her lap. She was experiencing a flurry of emotions that swirled within her, confused as to what to think regarding how she felt towards the very person she held closest and dearest to her.
What exactly was she feeling?
Was she nervous? Did the tickling sensations fluttering in her stomach mean she was falling ill again? Why was she getting so worked up over just thinking about someone?
So many questions and again, so little answers. . .
"Wh-What do I do? I-I don't want to avoid him or k-keep acting this f-funny around him. I-Is it funny to him, though? A-A good funny? Th-Then this wouldn't be a bad thing, would it? A-Ahhh!"
Cue the exaggerated flailing of her arms, the mage's once calm demeanor quickly retreating into a completely different world as a squeal passed by her lips. Long story short? She wasn't sure what to do.