by Haylie » Fri Apr 09, 2010 9:30 pm
A lone spirit can be "seen" walk-floating up and down main street in a long, drawn out pace, as if lost, though this is really Midori's way of meditating. She was never one for sitting around, unless one counted riding horses. She missed riding horses. The lack of a proper body makes it difficult.
Her long, deep blue hair swished and swirled about as she walked, the long, elegant okatana in its equally long red sheath at her hip making small clicking noises as it bumped against the ground and swayed with her hips. She was a lovely girl, pale-skinned, wide deep blue eyes, blue hair that reached the ground, and a lovely blue kimono showing a sliver of moon surrounding a red rose. The only thing distracting from her beauty was her gloomy expression, darkening her light face. This woman knew tragedy, knew it well.
She didn't seem likely to stop to talk to a living person, but she might give another spirit the time of day... er, night.