WHEN WORDS COLLIDE
It had been a year since Sorano Granon had stepped foot in Magnolia last, and it was strange to be back. Walking down the familiar streets, her eyes passed over the storefronts, noting the familiar ones, as well as the ones that had disappeared, leaving blank windows or brand new businesses to pop up in their stead. It felt like she was rewiring her own memory, carefully editing what she had remembered to incorporate the new and different elements that were now a part of the town. That was fine, though. She had changed as well.
Turning a corner at a street that, thankfully, had retained its former name, Sorano felt herself tense slightly, hoping the place she looked for was still there - and then she relaxed as the brightly lit sign came into view. The cafe had been one of her favorite places to relax back when she had lived in Magnolia, and had been the first place she thought to visit upon returning to Fiore. Opening the door, she adjusted her hood slightly when the barista looked up at the jingle of the bell. She wasn't actively trying to hide her identity, but there was something uncomfortable about having to face the reactions of people whose lives she had essentially disappeared from with no prior notice.
"Hello. One matcha latte, please."
Giving her order to the barista (probably new, she hadn't seen him before) at the counter, the mage made her way over to a comfortable window seat, sitting down and gazing out at the people passing by. Was she really ready to come back?
Turning a corner at a street that, thankfully, had retained its former name, Sorano felt herself tense slightly, hoping the place she looked for was still there - and then she relaxed as the brightly lit sign came into view. The cafe had been one of her favorite places to relax back when she had lived in Magnolia, and had been the first place she thought to visit upon returning to Fiore. Opening the door, she adjusted her hood slightly when the barista looked up at the jingle of the bell. She wasn't actively trying to hide her identity, but there was something uncomfortable about having to face the reactions of people whose lives she had essentially disappeared from with no prior notice.
"Hello. One matcha latte, please."
Giving her order to the barista (probably new, she hadn't seen him before) at the counter, the mage made her way over to a comfortable window seat, sitting down and gazing out at the people passing by. Was she really ready to come back?
YOU'LL WISH YOUR BONES WERE BROKEN ( WHEN WORDS COLLIDE )
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