1st Memory [Video]

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[It's midnight, but it'll take her a minute to note this. There's a drawn-out yawn, and the grunting of someone doing their usual morning stretch. And in the dark, an outline of a woman appears, in the usual Luceti New Feather garb. She touches her cheek, confused, unable to really see the book in the blue hue of night.]

That was a good rest! Ah—b-but... oh. Oh dear, did I fall asleep doing chores again? That hasn't happened in a long time... [A shiver, as she hugs herself.] It's gotten so dark... and cold, too...

[She huffs in frustration, but the nervousness is rolling off her shoulders in waves]

Kaji? Kaaaji, can you hear me?! ...Ooooh, I can't believe I wandered this far out! I don't even recognize it at all!

...Wait a moment; what am I wearing? These definitely aren't mine—

[And straight to the wings soon after; she pulls on them and immediately regrets it, wincing aloud.]

W-w-what are these strange things!? Th—

AH, they're flapping!!

[With that outburst, she promptly trips backward on her own two feet, landing her bottom right on top of her journal.]

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[mmmpersimmons.livejournal.com]

Matsumoto Rangiku. Don't worry about it. [This is a funny kind of adult.] But you should get some sleep soon too, okay?

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Matsumoto-chan, I won't forget that name.

I will—thank you.