"Come in." She turned around to see a girl the same age as her with clothes she's never seen before.
She grabbed the boiling pot and set it down on her table. A slice of strawberry cake sat on one side of the table, while the other had tea in a thin fragile teacup.
"I'm Nakaro, and you are?" The girl asked.
Nakaro waited for an answer from the girl, but she never replied. Instead, she clapped her hands twice and the whole room turned into a field filled with violets, roses and bluebells, the grass swaying along with the wind.
The girl sat down and drank her tea, looking at Nakaro, pointing her hand at the seat in front of her.
Nakaro sat and looked at the strawberry shortcake, taking a bite. Her eyes widened. "This is delicious!"
A white string popped out of nowhere and tied itself on her wrist. Nakaro looked at it slightly confused.
Music started to play out of nowhere, and it brought her to tears shocked. This was the melody her grandmother used to play for her. A lullaby that she plays in the piano years before she passed.
Narako wiped her tears away, smiling at the girl. "Thank you for the food." She smiled and nodded while Narako left her heart filled with joy.
Yes I know this is longer than the first chapter. IDK if this catches any feels but just comment idk.
