How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

Day of part 1

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Inazuma was the land of eternity

A land of long term traditions engraved in time for as long as people could remember. Where the he taste of lightning lingered in the air and sakura trees blossomed briefly yet their presence carried over the air like a thick blanket.

Change...was not an inherent element of these lands

Not in its weather.

Its culture...

Or worse of all........ its people.

Which was something that Chiori had come to learn soon enough that her way of doing things was not exactly appreciated by her countrymen. She had already lost count of all the roadblocks she had come across in her attempts to learn about fashion.

"Don't do that.."

"You are unruly and rude..."

"This style breaks tradition.."

"You should give favouritism to the heirs of the clans.."

"Who cares if they skipped the line, its their money what we care for..!"

The disgruntled voices of her teachers always echoed at the back of her mind, bringing forth no small amount of annoyance and discomfort as she worked hour after hour on what dresses or requests came her way. Hollow critics with a way to highly opinion of themselves and trapped by norms that refused to move an inch to allow creativity. That was what they were..

Sadly, it was not her place to talk back as an apprentice.

And so, the learning process continued. After a year or two it had become the norm of what she expected to happen.

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Until that strange woman from Fontaine came to the shop.

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[.........] = Thoughts

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It had been an entire week since she had started working with Callas in order to prove her trustworthiness through the tests the man pulled out of his hat and laid at her feet.

Seven days of going up and down all over the place.

From the streets of Poisson to the vintage looking scenery of Fontaine.

From the grand fashioned century old docks to some sort of wayward cave a child had decided to wander off without their parents knowing about it.

Helping people here...

Picking things over there...

Following someone somewhere else...

Playing with a few brats from time to time.

Acting both as couriers and bodyguards when some nefarious individuals were targeting someone else in order to foster their own interest...or just punch the lights out of the usual treasure hoarder appeared on the map and wanted to try their luck on them. On that note she really did not understand what sort of gleaming signal they had on their heads that made all of these people not refrain to act or attack them when they were around. It was like in those detective series from the TV, where the killer's never waited for the travelling famous character to walk away before doing the deed.