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Yawning softly she was laying in some soft grass that was somewhat new. She wasn't hypothetically sure if it was new, but it felt nice. It tickled against her neck as her brown-purple tinted hair sprawled wildly in a non-specific way. Her eyes of golden brown would be half open, letting a small ray of sun shine them in its own as some reflection. Truly she felt super lazy and unsure on what to do till it was 'time'. Soon enough it would be time, time to do some mission or quest. A part of her wasn't sure on what to call it anymore. Part of her felt like it was doing stuff that the person was too lazy to do themselves or too weak. Would she be like that later in the future? Send people to do shit for her, paying them and so on? She hoped not.

Her hands clenched into fists and sprawled outward like her legs and hair. She felt comfortable and relaxed without having to worry much. 'Don't have to worry about holding your true self yet mm?' a voice spoke, not paying attention to which one it was. The voices were as if she was talking to herself, it was annoying sometimes...Alas it kept her company all these years. She remembered meeting Medias somewhere though and he gave in the details, but yet she was going to do this with someone else. Who was it to be exact? Was it someone she knew or someone that was totally new? A part of Arisa hoped it wasn't someone annoying as fuck or someone who thought they knew absolutely everything. It never really occurred to her before that it bothered her, those type of people till she met someone specific. Who was it to be exact? Herself would only know this...

Moments went on by though and she new that she had to get off her lazy ass some time or soon. ''I don't want to get up yet though...'' she spoke softly to herself, glaring at the sky. She remembered when she lived a long ways away from here, her homeland, she was like this as a kid. Sometimes she feels like that wasn't even her... It was someone else's memory or something. If that was true, what was her past? Who were apart of her family? Was she alone...? She knew one thing though, Kuriana was her mother... There was no other explanation for this book nor the voices that were passed down to her. She left her book at her manor in Orchidia, hoping it was safe with her maids... Her eyes cornered then to see afar at the clock lamp post to see the time. 'Shit...' she thought coldly and then pressed her palms against the very soft grass, pushing herself up. Her fingers swiftly went through her stands of hair and 'combed' through it as if her fingernails was a brush. ''Guess it's time...'' she spoke to herself as she would stand straight up, turned towards where she was supposed to meet this person and went on her way.

Slowly she would walk towards the streets where she was told to go. As soon as she go there, her facial expression changed to dissatisfaction, seeing more than just one person there helping. 'Wonder who my partner is then....' she wondered as she would start to walk more forward. Her eyes wandered around as her body would continue to move forward. There was a lot of shit that needed to be covered with decorations. The good thing was, was that Arisa had this weird girly side to her and therefore it was good for this missions. Softly she took a deep breather and then saw him finally, the client, Medias. He turned and smiled like nothing was wrong and waved. ''Greetings.'' he started to speak and walked towards her, stopped within seven feet. As he did stop, someone else was close on by, a woman of red eyes and black raven hair. Her boobs were rather larger than hers, yet her butt wasn't as racking as her own, yet it was still there. The curves of her body were sleek and curvy like her own, but were they soft? Arisa would never know. Her eyes darted to research her body with the quote of 'Everyone is there for research' from the book of her mothers. Softly sighing, her eyes would gaze towards the client himself, wondering on what the whole ordeal was with this.

After a second she would look back at the woman, wondering then and there, 'Was this my partner?'. Her eyebrow arched in wonder as her arms moved to criss-cross against her chest. She was wearing black latex pants herself, dark brown hiking boots and a white tank top with linings of black. Her curves showed truly as her thick thighs were formed well as well as her apple-like asset. Her hips would move a little to the right as her left foot was somewhat forward, right foot straight, waiting patiently for the man to speak.

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When she got there to meet up with the client, she saw the girl. Her hair raven black, her eyes ruby red and her skin rather fair due to blotches of pink upon the girls cheeks - or so it seems. Her eyes laid upon the girls body as she would savor each curve, but then was interrupted by her voice. Would she later forget who this girl was too after so long? Would it happen to the person she fell for too? Her mind was continuously thinking and all the while she would listen to them talk. Arisa would be here to decorate for some girls party to be exact, it was the clients daughter? She really hardly cared on why the father wasn't really doing it. The last person she worked with that was female didn't turn out so well. She had her hopes up as to make her first female friend from Fiore, but after going to the meeting place they both agreed on, she was ditched. Arisa sighed softly and lowered her gaze, listening to the man talk to the other people.

Her concentration was taken by a female voice that belonged to the woman who claimed to be named Alisa. Her quartz smokey eyes would turn to gaze at the red jewels of Alisa's. A small smile would slide by the side of her own lips. 'I'll be working with her?' she questioned with a mental picture of herself frowning at working with someone. 'Maybe it won't be as bad...As bad as I'm thinking.' she would hear herself think again. ''I'm Arisa. It's a pleasure to meet you, Alisa.'' she spoke soothingly and calm - with some foreign accent. Before she spoke, she brought out her right hand for a handshake as that was the proper greeting...Was it not? Rather she took it or not, it would give her a note of how the other female felt. Soon after the small greetings, she would watch Alisa go towards some decorations that wasn't touched.

Slowly she followed, the decorations were bright colored. 'Disgusting...' the darker voice spoke as the colors of yellow and neon pink were shown. The two colors were always distasteful to her. All other colors were alright, besides brown perhaps. As she was helping Alisa, she was thinking about the last party she went to - or as much as she could recall.

Faces were blur, voices were hidden as she only could remember the colors and the area itself. Her heart was racing in its own beat as she would roam throughout the area. The streams were ocean blue and lilac purple as the red and golden lanterns were hanging from the wooden posts. On the lanterns were designs of unknown symbols. Were those words? She swore she has seen them before somewhere... Arisa would see kids chase each other in their own game till later on, one fell. Rather it was a body or girl it didn't matter.

Why were everyone's faces all blurry? A frown went upon her lips as this flashback wasn't really clear. During this though she would help Alisa hang up decorations, followed her around and if she did start a conversation, she would think of an answer. Her eyes would blitz towards the woman with red eyes and wonder what to talk about herself. A part of her didn't want Alisa to think of all the questions or whatever (if she even did talk during the decorating). Snapping out of her flashback  Arisa would turn her head to look at Alisa, wondering. ''You're as quiet as I am. Are you always?'' she questioned in her same tone.

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Arisa listened and waited for Alisa to speak. Her hand was grasped and in return, she felt as if Alisa was friendly. It was good to meet friendly people as she doesn't have many friends in general. People that were left behind, the people of her Country... Her head started to hurt, but before another flashback could happen she heard Alisa speak. She wanted to know about switching to lanterns. Her smokey quartz eyes would look over at the simple designed lanterns. They weren't quite like the ones she remembered. ''Are those types of lanterns common here?'' She questioned while moving over to get on some latter to hang them. They weren't red nor made out of thin rich sheets of bamboo. Her soft fingers would entwine the strings around the small loop of each lantern as she would then turn over to look at Alisa. ''That should be the last one...'' she would say softly and calmly. Her right hand swoops against her forehead to knock away any sweat. The heat was getting a little overwhelming as small sweat drops were go down to her chest. With her wearing a tanktop, it was easily seen. Her smile increased as she slowly started to feel closer to Alisa for some odd reason - in a sisterly friend way.

As her hands gripped the latter and went down it, her eyes wandered to see what they should do next. ''Let's do flowers next.'' she would say. Flowers, nature, all that was nature was her forte. Her hips swayed as she jogged making her chest motion and so on. As she would get to the other side of the party making, she would turn and wave. ''Over here, Alisa.'' Arisa smiled happily as if her personality changed all of the sudden. Her voice sounded more sweet and soothingly - enough for her to sing the animals to her summons (hypothetically). A second later she caught something by the corner of her eyes and turned to walk towards it, picking it up. 'A paper?' she thought and leaned over to pick it up. Standing up straight she started to read it seeing that it was some 'wish list' for flowers in which some of these names...They were rare flowers. As Arisa read the list of flowers she would bite her lower lip on the right side. 'A Calathea warscewiczii flower? Those are...' she was thinking in her head for a moment. 'The ones from the other Country.' she would hear out of no where in her thoughts. It was the darker voice in which came to a surprise. 'You know them?' she would question. 'With our magic we can do this list.' the darker voice spoke and chuckled. It was as if she wanted to help out for some odd reason. Most likely, by the time she was done with the small conversation with the darker voice, Alisa would be there. Slowly she turned to meet Alisa's eyes and smiled, ''Imma create this list instead of using the cheap plants. I feel like they're the flowers his daughter wanted and gave to him...yet most of these are well..impossible to receive.'' she would say and bow her head a little. Slowly she turned and then cocked her head to look at Alisa. ''Can you fill up the pots with dirt and carry them to me? I'll use my magic for the flowers.'' if she agreed then she would do so. Waiting for Alisa, she would use her magic for each pot and read the list accordingly. Majority of the plants she knew what they were due to research of nature. After creating those plants she would then turn around to see the client behind them, wide eyed. ''Remarkable...I didn't think about getting nature-like magic users for the list. Guessing you found the list wandering around...'' he would say. Arisa just nods with a soft smile. ''You guys did well. Here's your reward. Thank you. I know she'll love these.'' he spoke with a bright smile and nods his head going on his way. With that she would turn towards Alisa. ''It was nice working with you, Alisa. Hopefully we meet again.'' she would say her usual soft soothing tone. Finally she waved good bye and went on her own way.

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