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neigh_slayer It was a beautiful day for a festival. There were no clouds in the sky, it was warm without making you sweat intensely, and a cool breeze made delightful noises throughout the trees. Many shops, games, and food stands had already opened up, beckoning people to come forward and spend their money. Lovely girls were dressed in kimonos, and handsome boys showed off their yukatas. Music made by beating dreams could be heard off in the distance.
It was Centorea's first festival, and it was already magical beyond belief. She hadn't entered the area yet, only looking at it from afar, and she was nervously wringing her hands. So many miracles had already happened - Kimihito telling his true feelings, managing to escape the wrath of the other household females, and now here she was, in a specially made dress, her long hair done up in a braid, on a da...
... On a daaa...
... D-d-d-d-d-SHE COULDN'T EVEN THINK THE WORD. She instead buried her face in her hands, wondering how she was going to survive the evening.
It was Centorea's first festival, and it was already magical beyond belief. She hadn't entered the area yet, only looking at it from afar, and she was nervously wringing her hands. So many miracles had already happened - Kimihito telling his true feelings, managing to escape the wrath of the other household females, and now here she was, in a specially made dress, her long hair done up in a braid, on a da...
... On a daaa...
... D-d-d-d-d-SHE COULDN'T EVEN THINK THE WORD. She instead buried her face in her hands, wondering how she was going to survive the evening.
