Whatever this structure is, it is certainly not crafted by idle or untrained hands. Every line and curve is impeccably measured, with a level of perfection attained that she can scarcely imagine outfitting herself. It is beautiful to gaze upon even with the discordant, distracting rush of sound in her ears much louder when this close to it. Just as she reaches a hand to try and discern what the structure is composed of, a voice calls out, just enough to startle her and have her retracting her hand. Turning so that her hat does not obscure the newcomer anymore, having allowed him to unintentionally sneak up on her, she blinks against the dappling blindness of the sun until he comes into view.
He is a handsome man, much taller than her (though that truly isn't very hard) and with long, inky black hair that blows slightly in the wind that races playfully over the exposed sand out here. Her two differently colored irises fall to his shoulders, a quirk of a smile coming to her mouth at the boots slung there as easily as the bow is. Turning away from her investigation, dress catching and tickling against her bare legs, she crosses the sand to meet him. "Hello. Am I keeping you from visiting?" Perhaps he's the creator? Or maybe it has some sort of significance that she's unaware of, a reason to visit it aside from her own simple curiosity.
He is a handsome man, much taller than her (though that truly isn't very hard) and with long, inky black hair that blows slightly in the wind that races playfully over the exposed sand out here. Her two differently colored irises fall to his shoulders, a quirk of a smile coming to her mouth at the boots slung there as easily as the bow is. Turning away from her investigation, dress catching and tickling against her bare legs, she crosses the sand to meet him. "Hello. Am I keeping you from visiting?" Perhaps he's the creator? Or maybe it has some sort of significance that she's unaware of, a reason to visit it aside from her own simple curiosity.
Hotaru
