Post by 都Tsuzuki筑 on Apr 4, 2009 6:56:28 GMT -7
Winter came, winter passed. And winter left with the love of her life.
But spring was supposed to be a time of new beginning. And she'd make it her new beginning.
Never would she give up on the hope that some day, he might come around. She didn't care that he chose another female over her-- people make mistakes. She could be forgiving. But that wasn't a fact she was going to dwell on now.
Head held high, Ayame made her way down one of the gorge's steep ridges-- glancing back for a moment to make sure her wolves were okay with the terrain. But at the bottom, thats where her prize lay...
Down in the bottom of the gorge, grew one little patch of flora-- one little patch that survived Kipputytto's previous rampage of the area. And growing in that one little patch was a little, budding Iris.
Ayame had always loved her namesake flower-- she had almost gotten killed for it once. She absentmindedly stroked the Iris already in her hair-- the one she almost died for, before he saved her. But she wasn't going to think about him now.
Her time would come. Their time would come. She just had to wait.
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