Stained Glass Soulmates Shiro passed through the beautiful museum. It's been standing for as long as Shiro could remember. So many ancient things took its final move here. He was waiting at the entrance for his tourer, Lace, to come. He blinked back at the outdoors. Spring was so pretty. Pink leaves dappled the pavement, also littering the green grass, making it pop. It was light to the eyes, perfect for this historical palace. "Hello! Sorry if I was Late, I'm Lace Mcclain. I'll be showing you the history and what our ancestors lived with. Name?" Lace asked, walking up to him, clipboard with paper in her hand, pen in the other. She was tall, but still having to look up at Shiro. Lively, round blue eyes stared into Shiro's dark brown eyes. She wore a blue long sleeve with a light brown jacket layed lightly over it. Jeans covered her bottom half. The clothing suited her caramel skin, which was lightly sprinkled with freckles.