Post by Fujihara Ageha on Sept 23, 2015 19:40:03 GMT -6
Time: 1:00 PM
Date: April 25th, 2003
Date: April 25th, 2003
Tag ; Yakaze Sasa
Suffering from a mild bout of hayfever was not how Fujihara wanted to spend the middle of spring, busy in the hustle and bustle of school life. The searing temperatures were asymptomatic of what she expected to be a regular Hikarizaka spring, but the pollen in the air plus the unrelenting heat made this time of the year almost intolerable. Alas, there were just some things people needed to grow accustomed to, including the increasingly harsh weather. Thankfully, it was just inching to that school holiday sweet spot, where school had kind of begun while maintaining a spotty enough schedule to pretend that break never really ended quite yet.
And now, finally, with a warm disposition, a gentle breeze, sunny and clear skies, she ventured out into the park to try and find some place to read. Out of all the places she could read, this was one of her favorites, second to none other than her own cozy little nook for a bedroom. Fujihara was more than content than to clutch onto a light blue book called Bocchan by Soseki Natsume. It was a clever little novel, with lots of humorous tidbits, but she had only just got to the park. She rested tranquilly in the shade of an imposing, ancient, dark oak tree with her legs stretched on the ground, placed upon a queen sized picnic blanket colored a pleasant lime green -- bold in the sunlight yet not blindingly so.
Intent amber brown irises fluttered like butterflies migrating from one wisteria meadow to another wisteria meadow, both lost within long and straight strands of matching verdant locks, which Fujihara then brushed aside to gaze at fresh, crisp cream-colored pages, filled to the brim with beautifully printed black ink still not yet dried. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she resumed reading without a care. Of course, she knew quite selfishly how neglectful and absentminded she was. What if someone accidentally tripped over her legs? While it was very plausible and something that had to be avoided, a soft reassurance slothfully voiced itself in her head, Come on now, your legs are not long enough for it to happen.
Slowly, the internal monologue sapped from her relaxation and enjoyment, and Fujihara sighed. Yet, what if someone ventured far too close to her? she wished to argue back. Yet, even then, she was far too late, far too careless, already capable of feeling someone brushing past her and over her legs, limbs interlocking for what could only be described as a brief moment before a muted thud permeated throughout the air as the unfortunate person tumbled into the soft grass. Thank goodness there was a light shower before hand, softening the ground and glistening the dark jade grass blades with dew drops. Putting away her book, Fujihara wobbly stood up and looked over to the person who had just tripped over her legs and offered a hand.
Wincing, she felt as if her words could not do the poor thing enough justice as she said, "Please forgive me... Are you alright? Do you need help? Were you not hurt too badly?" Oh, dear God, please make sure she didn't make a random stranger hate her because of her folly.