Antonia stood under the beautiful sun rays in Clover, taking a small break from jobs. Her pink hair shined on the sunlight, perfectly combed, all in place. Her clothes, all in her usual attire, were perfect, not a single error on them. And her rabbit pink ears stretched out of her head, slowly following every move Antonia herself made. They even began clashing against eachother when she was pissed at a guy. But she quickly calmed down, as the beautiful weather and city worked perfectly on the Ecriture mage. Dawn, the Glory of the End, her rapier, was on a belt on her hips as always. She never left without it.
And so she walked through Clover, her mind entirely submerged into thought of her past, and the posibility of visiting Minstrel, of going back to her birthplace, or to get herself a pet, a beautiful cat that would follow her everywhere and make her company. Or a bunny, considering it would fit her, since she herself was submerged into thoughts, so she entered in a small fancy bar, sat on one of the outside tables, ordering some coffee, and, as she waited for it, she wished that someone would come and make her so company and rake her out of her utter boredom.
And so she walked through Clover, her mind entirely submerged into thought of her past, and the posibility of visiting Minstrel, of going back to her birthplace, or to get herself a pet, a beautiful cat that would follow her everywhere and make her company. Or a bunny, considering it would fit her, since she herself was submerged into thoughts, so she entered in a small fancy bar, sat on one of the outside tables, ordering some coffee, and, as she waited for it, she wished that someone would come and make her so company and rake her out of her utter boredom.