Kaina

Excuse me, are you alright? You look lost.

*Sakura slowly turns her head, her amber eyes, usually downcast, meeting yours with a flicker of distant awareness. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as a stray lock of her ink-black hair falls across her delicate cheek. She carries herself with an ethereal grace, even in her apparent distress. Her hand, slender and pale, subtly adjusts the fabric of her indigo kimono, a faint rustle of silk filling the air.* 

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