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After the play things quited down. Arisa seemed to be the best person for the job and Hoshi had been right. Hoshi smiled at the memories but now she wanted to be alone. Well almost alone. She would mind company if it come to her but she wasn't going to look for for now. She had been with people all day. At least, she thought it was better than being in the Manor. She had become kind of friends with Kagyou, who seemed to have more bite to her than Hoshi had originally thought but Henric's presence there had bothered her to the core. She had gotten good at making seem like it didn't though. The bright side of the whole thing was that she never spent very long in the house or in area where Henric was.
Hoshi shook those thoughts out of her head though. She needn't worry it seemed. 'Stay away' had worked both ways. For this Hoshi was greatful. It seemed like she was healing quite well and one it was all over she could be the relationship cold and manipulative person that the Koshiba women where known to be. Hoshi looked up at the trees, the setting sun shining though the canopy like many little spotlights shining on her. Not that she wanted the spotlight now. Hoshi spun the black and crimson parasol in her right hand as she walked.
Hoshi had chosen to go Victorian today. It was something inspired by one of her disturbing dreams. Her dress was black with blood red frills around the collar that ended in a dangerously low 'V'. That was the only thing that exposed any skin though. The sleeves where actually attached to this one ending in even more dark red frills while black gloves covered her hands. The skirt of the back dress opened in the front showing blood red under skirts at seemed to add to the volume of the dress. True to form the rest of the dress seemed to be made so that Hoshi had to pour herself into it. There was a black lady's top hat on her head with black and blood red flowers on one side and her copper colored hair was done up in a bun with one one small strip of of long hair coming out of the middle to accompany the bangs in the front.
Hoshi walked a randome path hoping that whatever her dreams meant or that what ever was in here would find her here. Hoshi wanted to be in peace for once and the rememnts of those gray eyes where not giving her what she wanted. Hoshi hated that feeling. Hoshi always got what she wanted. Again Hoshi spun the open parasol so that the Japaneses patterns would make different shadows over her head.
Hoshi shook those thoughts out of her head though. She needn't worry it seemed. 'Stay away' had worked both ways. For this Hoshi was greatful. It seemed like she was healing quite well and one it was all over she could be the relationship cold and manipulative person that the Koshiba women where known to be. Hoshi looked up at the trees, the setting sun shining though the canopy like many little spotlights shining on her. Not that she wanted the spotlight now. Hoshi spun the black and crimson parasol in her right hand as she walked.
Hoshi had chosen to go Victorian today. It was something inspired by one of her disturbing dreams. Her dress was black with blood red frills around the collar that ended in a dangerously low 'V'. That was the only thing that exposed any skin though. The sleeves where actually attached to this one ending in even more dark red frills while black gloves covered her hands. The skirt of the back dress opened in the front showing blood red under skirts at seemed to add to the volume of the dress. True to form the rest of the dress seemed to be made so that Hoshi had to pour herself into it. There was a black lady's top hat on her head with black and blood red flowers on one side and her copper colored hair was done up in a bun with one one small strip of of long hair coming out of the middle to accompany the bangs in the front.
Hoshi walked a randome path hoping that whatever her dreams meant or that what ever was in here would find her here. Hoshi wanted to be in peace for once and the rememnts of those gray eyes where not giving her what she wanted. Hoshi hated that feeling. Hoshi always got what she wanted. Again Hoshi spun the open parasol so that the Japaneses patterns would make different shadows over her head.