04, journal

[ryuuhime]

[ For the second time, Kosuiryo writes to the world. Her calligraphy is relaxed and her ink strokes are sophisticated. She's found peace in the shade of a sunny island's tree (laying out three of her kimono's layers and lying upon them lazily. ]

To those like myself on the Surface,

If I may ask, could I hear your heroic tales. I have met heroes among you and would like to know your stories. Ones that I may write down and keep with me when I must return home someday.

Comments

written.

[ryuuhime]

Is Davy Jones our host?

written.

[melodyssong]

Eh, in a sense that he is the one who brought us here against our will and thinks that by not showing up and explaining things, we'll do them.

[Last one is kind of true though.]