Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-25687356-20170925211950/@comment-25955740-20171009041343

This? Huh. Those spiders were quite the interesting knitters and trailors, she didn’t ask where the makeup came from either as these tiny spiders danced and tickled her soft flesh, pulling her attire together and readied her for the festival—Braiding the stings of hair that held itself longer than all the rest, they intertwined silk webbing to hold the tie, the attire she found herself dressed in was quite… Exposing compared to her normal wear. It actually had color! Compressed, tight and squeezing, the spiders held bandages tight to make her bosom almost non-existent, blue fading into white, the top held like a jacket with sleeves like a kimono, they had the design of a dragon matched up with an open long-skirt half that revealed her left leg that held a thick socking going up to her mind thigh—How… Embarrassing to wear. She couldn’t help but think. However, everyone who was doing dancing activities, along with serving food was to have a lovely concept of clothing, which her spiders worked to do for a solid week. Staying busy.. It helped her not reflect to what happened on the island, but it seemed people formed quite an interesting trail for her, one she didn’t quite understand. From the island and the event that unfolded, so many had changed within the week and some of them, were from the worst, awhile some were the better… One in peculiar worried her, despite there being a group and them being quite the ass hat, awhile others seemed to have better colors than she thought.  



After one of the dance routines, playing the flute with a few others and using a bit of her wind release to add to the fun, it seemed her and the other trainees were cutting up and laughing after the performance—The beginning one. Held to a mask, not many knew her unless they remembered the Uchiha as an albino, passing by one of the stands, she grabbed a two foot round tray hold quite an interesting set of sweets, some with honey filled cookies, sweet dumplings and a few drinks to pick from and for a moment, caught up within what she was doing, be it giving out the drinks and the food. She saw a familiar face walking, one she hadn’t quite been able to talk to. So. She dismissed herself with tray in hand, quickly and quietly following him to the beach-shore line.   Long, indeed. She thought to the words he expressed. As the feminine frame of a frail figure trailed behind approached the familiar and fellow white haired trainee, she was extra quiet, quite silent. Hearing those words, she couldn’t believe it herself, it had been that long since they left their old world—A new year was around the corner, their festival of how long they’ve preserved their lives. Lifting her right arm, her hand would find itself firmly pressing into Nobu’s left shoulder out of the blue, to make him jump if she could. As her hand would find itself on his shoulder, she also walked to stand behind him as she looked over to the sunset as her pale pink lips parted to speak. “ Yet. So short. ” She murmured as her violet hues looked out to the horizon as the sun found itself fleeting. She hadn’t quite looked to him, she simply lifted her mask as she said those words, and looked to the setting ocean beyond them. The lovely mixture of colors. Within her left hand, balance perfectly within her palm as she turned to face Nobu, gesturing the tray with many goodies towards him. “ These are still fresh. Have one. ” She added with a cheerful smile.