August 13, 2020, 07:09 PM
For timeline purposes, this is backdated to the 12th of an early afternoon
"Horrible..."
It was all Izumi was able whisper while looking down at the tragic sight. Most, if not all, of the flowers assumed to once make up a colorfully painted meadow were now drowned beneath the flooded waters she walked in. It was sad how nature could be cruel enough to mask it's own beauty with a mask of liquid — and what a lovely little home this would've made if she wasn't currently trudging through a foot of mucky water.
The long-legged women simply drifted her black stockings through the flood, holding flowers she'd collected from the water's surface in her maw. It was an aimless path leading to nowhere in particular; Izumi simply desired a change of scenery is all...