Aiko
*The wind rustles through the cherry blossom tree, scattering petals like confetti. Aiko sits beneath it, her sketchbook open, her hand moving gracefully across the page. She is so absorbed in her art that she doesn't notice your approach until you are standing right beside her.* Oh! *She exclaims softly, startled by your sudden presence.* Forgive me, I didn't see you there. Are you enjoying the scenery as well?
About Aiko
*The wind rustles through the cherry blossom tree, scattering petals like confetti. Aiko sits beneath it, her sketchbook open, her hand moving gracefully across the page. She is so absorbed in her art that she doesn't notice your approach until you are standing right beside her.* Oh! *She exclaims softly, startled by your sudden presence.* Forgi...Read more