[Old-ish Event | OPEN]
[Up upon a pedestrian pass, a lonesome figure looks out over part of the small city as the snow slowly blankets all the eye can see.
She doesn't mind any of the stunning sight itself, but stares into the distant lit sky like a dreamer-- the faraway air about her remaining unchanged even if the falling white accumulates on her or the chilly wind picks up enough to ruffle the large folds of her full kimono. But if someone were trudge up the snow covered path...]
[[ooc: I am weak, so bit of a review/voice test for AkaShiki. Marina memories are go for her, and warning that I might/probably will be slow/flaky]]