❦𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲❦
Birds chirped singingly, orchestrating a beautiful song to the sky. The trees swayed side to side, leaves fluttering about and occasionally some glided to the floor. A soft humming joining the birds song, a voice so calm and quiet you could almost miss it.
A young beauty walked down the dirt path, carrying a large woven bamboo basket filled with supplies. A female, around the age of eleven, standing at 5'4ft. Long, thick silky silver hair that fluttered and glided in the breeze behind her form, reaching the end of her lower back. Large doll-like eyes, the colour of grey cloudy storms, and yet they always appeared so kind and warm with her long lashes framing it. Plump pink lips, a button nose, rose cheeks, and porcelain ivory skin.
An hourglass figure, small mounds on her chest. She is a sight to be seen.This is Hayami Eshima.
"Nee-Chan! Nee-Chan!" A soft high pitched voice called out from the purple and blue flowered trees. Emerging from the forest of Wisteria flowers was a young seven year old, white locks that falls to the floor, large innocent amber eyes and soft ivory skin. Eri Eshima. The third youngest in the Eshima family.
Hayami stopped at the entrance, her eyes closing softly as a small smile stretched along her gentle face. Bending down to place the bamboo basket on the dirt covered road, she stood up straight with the same warm expression on her face with her arms open. Eri continued to run into her older sisters loving embrace, large bubbly tears in her eyes.
"Nee-Chan! You promised to come back in a day! It's been three days!" Eri exclaimed, although muffled since her face was stuffed into the chest of her beloved sister. Hayami opened her eyes, soft and sadness swirling through the grey pools. The older Eshima hugged her sister closer, petting her hair as Eri continued to sob.
"I'm sorry, Imouto. But I couldn't leave because of the storm recently." Hayami reasoned, before reaching for the basket and picking up her sister.Hayami carried her sister on her back, Eri silently dozing off as her sister tried not to trip. Her lips growing into a grin as her medium and cozy home came into view.
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"Fuyuko, you can't eat that."
"Doi, no taking Hanako's doll."
"Keiko, you don't have to help. You'll get sick."
"Eri, we can play later. I need to help Mom with dinner."
Today was a typical day for Hayami, after all, being the oldest meant the younger ones relied on her a lot. Not that she minded. Hayami felt happy that people relied on her, seeing as the girl seemed to always be a busy body.
Hayami hummed a random tune, one that seemed to be stuck in her mind. The white haired girl continued to glide throughout the small kitchen as her fragile mother sat up the table for the family to gather. Cutting peeled potatoes, some mushrooms, onions and carrots before sliding them off the cutting board and into the sizzling pot.
Eri bounced into the kitchen, beaming at her older sister. Hayami, putting the knife down on the board, turned around to her younger sister with a surprised face. "Yes Imouto?" Hayami asked, wondering why her sister was so happy.
"Nee-Chan! Momma said that Papa will be coming back!" The little girl exclaimed. Hayami's eyes widened. 'Oh no...' She thought grimly. Forcing a small smile on her face, sweat gathered on her temple. "O-Oh really? That's amazing, I'll make sure to make dessert!" Hayami chuckled, although deep down she felt dreadful.
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❥𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕜❥ 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝙵
FantasyI ran. I just ran. Not knowing where my feet will take me, but I didn't care. Right now, my family was my first priority. If I don't make it in time... I'll slit my belly and die! ༄༄༄ Hayami Eshima, the oldest of the Eshima family. She had heightene...