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Kingfishers swooped in and out of the rushing, cerulean river that glided alongside the rocky path. Minnows squirmed and tugged around in the beaks of the blue birds as they ascended from the mellowly rippling water. Y/N watched from the dry path she was walking along; e/c hues darting back and forth between different birds, finding their breakfast meals. In the sanctuary of her soft hands, was an object clutched in blue cloth. It was a premature morning, though instead of a sunny day, the sky was a shade of a dark blue-gray.
'Dear... Seems like there might be a chance of tempest in the afternoon...' sighed Y/N, as she stared dully into space. '...Best I get going now than getting caught in the downpour later.'
Nettle-tree butterflies fluttered by, swiftly making themselves home in camouflaging leaves, belonging to branches sprouting from birch and Japanese maple trees. The scene was very ethereal, a liminal space, a sight to behold. Y/N had the honor of seeing the gossamer panorama every time she took this route to get to her destination. Y/N had once discovered this scenic path when she was caught in a large monsoon. She was beyond flabbergasted to find herself escaping out of that rowdy storm alive. Right now, the sun was only marginally peaking out and warming the Earth below, and Y/N made a mental note to enjoy the salubrious weather now. The route was just a shortcut from her estate to a certain part of the village, the perks were it was a more picturesque walk, and also avoided unnecessary traffic from buzzing townspeople.
*Tip...tip*
Y/N's zori tapped on the red hashi she stepped upon. The tall waterfall beside the zen bridge had a calming sound of white water rushing through the valley. The h/c haired girl looked down at the aqua waves below her feet; clenching the item in her delicate hands closer to her chest. The diaphanous water, sparkling pacifically, held a plentiful amount of goldfish and koi. Y/N had always taken an interest in the local fauna, it is one of her common hobbies, watching all sorts of creatures for hours. The mist from the waterfall spring dampened her hair a bit; it brought a sense of refreshment to the young girl. She let out a content huff of air through her nose, smiling lightly, and continued on her way.
'Mrs. Hiraoka's shouldn't be far now... It's been a while since you've gotten a good cleaning.' Y/N looked down fondly at the clothed object in her hands.
Feeling renewed and in-good spirits from the waterfall view, the young woman strolled with a vague skip in her step. She couldn't help but feel like today would be a good day, even with the seemingly oncoming gloomy weather. Staying inside doing nothing did irk the girl a bit, she couldn't stand just to sit by and be unproductive. Typically, she'd be hanging laundry outside, or weeding her garden, though, maybe rainy weather was a plausible excuse. Reading a book whilst drinking tea didn't sound so bad. Listening to the rain is always therapeutic too, it brought Y/N a sensation of comfort. Something not very much could offer her. Using one hand, the girl, not too roughly, slapped her cheek.
'No! No bad thoughts! I've got to keep today's good vibes up! It's always ethical to make the most of everyday!' reasoned the jovial girl. Feeling determined, she sped up her pace now seeing a few village houses in the distance. Once reaching the homes in the area, Y/N made a sprightly way to her goal. A towering and grandiose cedar building laid perched in front of the girl, the building giving off a friendly and vintage ambiance.'Saeki's Polishing Business' a small sign next to large western doors read. Dusting off her gauzy haori, Y/N ran a hand through her h/c hair, her lissome fingers making nimble work through the small knots scattered throughout every lock. Using that hand, she one-handedly pushed her way through the foreign entryway.
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