Trina Kassia
Hop, Skip, Jump, Rage - Part One
It was a beautiful day in the depths of the sakura forest that was Sakuramori-- entirely aptly titled, of course, as this place was-- where the sun was trickling into the canopy so perfectly that it seemed merely to be bleeding through the tops of the trees, casting dancing shadows as that giant nuclear ball of flame danced its way through the skies above and giving illumination to the buildings that were nestled in the blessed shade of the boughs. The people went about their days and lives as if everything was perfect, and the stories of the blessed guild hall of Luminous Rose in a nearby canyon were absolutely true as the shimmering pink river flowed its way at the base of the rocks to give a home to those of the flower that called that guild their place of rest and respite. Trina could have signed up for them, maybe. But no. They wouldn't have her. She didn't want them. It would have been a particularly bad time, even if everything they had was actually incredibly cute and secretly she wanted to go down there and paw at the flowers floating down the river. That was absolutely a wonderfully valid use of Trina's time because cute things were her domain and nothing could ever tell the Joyan native otherwise.
Ah, but there was the trick, wasn't it? She was a Joyan native. As Trina skipped her way down the streets, wearing her cute little frilly dress that she usually did, clad in purple, with her mary jane flats and the bowtie and coattee she was generally seen wearing, she was getting looks. There were very few other anthropomorphic cat people around here in Fiore, which was a rather evident thing as these normal Fiorean citizens kept staring at her. She was the oddity. She was the outsider, the thing that many people realized was the strange thing; some of those people that she passed gave her pitying looks as they recalled the destruction of her homeland, especially given that it was so new and so fresh in the collective civilian psyche. This was just how things were at this time, unfortunately. Trina knew this, and could absolutely play on that mercy if she had to; she would have twisted the words and thoughts of every one of these pathetic Fioreans on themselves if she had to.
But no. She was here, enjoying her trek through the forest, and loving the fact she could just spend her time and enjoy her life.
Even if she loathed every single one of these people. She'd keep that feeling buried. She'd keep it buried deep. It wouldn't do to break the cute, cuddly and adorable facade of the lovely little kitten girl who was just here because she had nowhere else to go after the destruction of her homeland. Well. That was also true. She was definitely that as well. However, Trina just needed to keep that buried as deep as she could to do what she'd come here to do all along:
Vengeance, for Joya.
MEL @ WW