Dark gave way to light, sun shining through curtain, Isla and Lyrstra lay laid up together in a tangle mess. Purple eyes opening Lyrstra was greeted with a face and mouthful of Isla's long mane "Pfftttt" she spit out "Really Isla, waking up everyday to such mess!" she pouted, glaring daggers into her bedmate's back. "Still not awake huh?" Expecting no answer, she watched the rise and fall of her chest "Guess not. Seems I've got the morning all to myself."
Making sure to set her power to silence, Musera made it so none of the commotion heard would cause her roommate to wake, staring at the four walls, Lyrstra broke into a nervous sweat-anxiety and panic settling in. Remembering a song sounding of smooth jazz-she began to sing to herself, music playing in her head.
"I know there is an easy way-" her steps felt lighter as she made her way to the the bathroom to shower and brush her teeth "-but is it my choice anywayyyyyyy?" looking in the mirror, she become unnerved once she found herself staring back 'Perhaps Isla's right. Maybe I shouldn't visit today.'
Vanaad was a neighboring city, not too far from New Arcadia, and much like New Arcadia it was host to its own woodlands. Deciding it best to take up residence in those parts, Isla, Lyrstra, and Yoshino lived in a quaint two story located deep in the woods. A contact from the other side got them set up with running electricity, water, gas, and furniture -Lyrstra took most of the decorating upon herself. Turning the shower nob, Lyrstra decided to bruh her teeth while the water heated up
"Fated not to be tamed..." she belted, tossing her hair side to side, she proceeded to brush her teeth "..watch meeeeeee..." she continued after spitting into the sink"I will never lean upon you-" stepping into the shower, she allowed the run down her purple tresses, in this moment she could fell all her worries and insecurities wash away, hot water a luxury they could afford a steam formed around her "-I can go by myself." she finished, checking on Isla, she couldn't feel a single wave of vibration coming from anyone but her 'Even If I don't want to.'
Drying off, she walked back into the bedroom, making her way into their closet it was time to accessorize. Sliding the dresses down the rack, her face was aglow once she found the right one "Yes! This is it!" It was a black dress with a tight sash around the waist, pastel flowers plastered all over, pairing it with a pair of black diamond studded heels-she was good to go "Geez. I get on Isla so much...I've turned this closet to a mess."
A sheepish grin snuck its way onto her face. Not wanting to risk being heard, she decided to put her shoes on downstairs, slithering past Isla, she was gentle as possible closing the door. "Sorry Isla, Take Care." she closed her eyes before tip-toeing downstairs. Isla's nose wriggled, and the sun beaming bright in her face caused her to roll over to the other side of bed, however despite her body's objections, her mind remained in the realm of the unconscious.
Yoshino was downstairs having cooked and eaten breakfast; an early riser, he often took it upon himself to get everything ready while enjoying the peace and tranquility of morning "Right on schedule." his ears were filled with singing "Nobody taught to me to end-with the happy life of a dream...I'm not waitttinnnnggg...for a fortune telllerrrrrrrrrr..." Knowing she was city-bound, Yoshino prepared her purse and a bag filled with snacks "Good morning Musera" calling her by her, she couldn't help but smile "Good morning Yoshino, how are doing this morning?" every word seemed to be uttered with a hint of lyric and tone "Hearing such a voice-how could one be in a sour mood?" Musera cast a glance upstairs.
"She'll come around Muse.." Yoshino handing the purse, picnic basket and bag over to Musera "I hope so 'Shino" slipping into her heels after dropping them to the floor, she scanned their table "Busy this morning aren't we?" She asked: forks lined next to spoons, spoons lined next to folded napkins, all placed above gold plated saucers "That's a new one?" she noticed a book entitled "The Monnew" "What's that about?" she inquired, a hint of a smile graced Yoshino's sharp face "The Nobility of Failure." Musera studied his countenance and face "What can be taken from failure that one can find themselves noble?" she questioned, mood taking a turn.
