To others, it would've seemed like a wondrous picture that many could only dream about. But little do they know that this happy-go-lucky moment wasn't so happy. Yoshino was a genius among genius, but it doesn't a genius to figure out the real reason behind those false smiles and feelings. Being born to the prestigious Freljord bloodline, Yoshino harbored an inconsiderable amount of talent for magic, even more so than anyone else in her family. And her parents, the stingiest of the bunch, knew of her potential and the fame she could bring in. That was her only role in the Freljord family. She was a tool. Nothing else.
The poor look up at the rich in disgust, thinking they have no problems whatsoever. But the rich have problems of their own, problems that those in the less fortunate wealth groups could never think of.
After breakfast had elapsed, Yoshino took her pleasure at venturing to the outside world. She enjoyed the sensation of feeling the wind brush past her face, throwing strands of hair into the air. That was a ritual of sorts for Yoshino, a ritual announcing her freedom, even if it was only short-lasting.
The prominent gardens of Crocus, one of the most visited sites among tourists. The ice mage enjoyed seeing the numerous flowers here. Despite coming here often, the sight never ceased to amaze her; her reaction's always the same here. How beautiful. Staring like a child seeing a magic trick for their first time, Yoshino's eyes didn't hold back. Her eyes lit up, a bright smile upon her face. "Si beau!"