Meadowlark Prairie ojirojika

overhead sat a series of fair-weather clouds. a trifecta of plump shapes, each heftier than the last, like a little family. they were almost pure white from what satsu could tell. surrounded by blue sky, she thought they resembled the piles of blossom cast-offs that would so oft collect within the onsen of her father's land.
so trained was she upon the sky that satsu failed to notice things more terrestrial around herself; only feeling for the crunch of brittle grasses until there was a bare patch of dirt and then, quite suddenly, a tangle of something warm and dark that ate her up like some kind of ink puddle.
she tripped rather blatantly against the stranger where he lay, crumbling against his chest, so that when the collision ended she could rest her chin against his breastbone and otherwise straddle him with all four of her own silver-cast limbs.
it all happened so fast that satsu didn't even have a moment to exclaim!