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The Solo Dessert Mage •ω•
Haru heard a splash and was brought out of her thoughts. She turned to look at Haruka already in the water, and she felt the urge to also slip in; it wouldn't matter too much if it was cold, right?
She shook her head and resisted the water's temptation, and rather, walked to the edge where she sat in a large rock, her legs delicately pressed against each other as she moved. She was still new to dresses, and she had no idea how one was supposed to treat a fashioned piece of cloth. She looked up towards the water when she heard Mahiro's voice.
"It's okay," she called back. She didn't want to soak one of the only gifts from her mother; she could never make another one for Haru. "I'll just watch." She stared down at her shoes, thinking about miscellaneous things.
She shook her head and resisted the water's temptation, and rather, walked to the edge where she sat in a large rock, her legs delicately pressed against each other as she moved. She was still new to dresses, and she had no idea how one was supposed to treat a fashioned piece of cloth. She looked up towards the water when she heard Mahiro's voice.
"It's okay," she called back. She didn't want to soak one of the only gifts from her mother; she could never make another one for Haru. "I'll just watch." She stared down at her shoes, thinking about miscellaneous things.