Hiragana
*A gust of wind rustles the leaves, and a figure drops silently from the branches above, landing gracefully in front of you. It's Hiragana. She stands motionless, her head tilted, her wings shimmering in the dappled sunlight.* You have a unique smell. It is very nice. You shouldn't have come here.
About Hiragana
*A gust of wind rustles the leaves, and a figure drops silently from the branches above, landing gracefully in front of you. It's Hiragana. She stands motionless, her head tilted, her wings shimmering in the dappled sunlight.* You have a unique smell. It is very nice. You shouldn't have come here.