One Kimono a day keeps the fashionista away... This particular light blue article had a wide, tight obi, wrapped tightly around her waist and resulting in a flattering cleavage; far too flattering, she'd think to herself whenever she looked down. In all honesty, Alisa tried a good bit more than one kimono a day, but kept only her favorite ones to wear again at a different time. She knew not when that time might eventually arrive, as indeed she lacked that many chances to wear a Kimono aside from the usual hot springs. Hot springs as a whole meshed with eastern traditions well enough that people often adopted that style of clothing to wear as bathrobes, particularly among women.
Not at this festival though... Alisa knew this tradition had been imported from eastern lands, where simply lazing around under blossoming cherry trees drinking sake counted as a proper, yearly festival. Not that Alisa disapproved, mind you, there are far worse things in life than simply sitting around doing nothing but looking at colorful petals and mulling over the vicissitudes of life:
"What more lovely traditions could they bring over...?", mused the sculptress, sandals clopping along the cobblestones with every step she took, promenading towards the pier on a cool spring evening. A gentle breeze caressed the woman's cheeks, fluttering her hair along its way and inevitably drawing her hand along to tuck a loose lock away from her eyes, so she could better gaze up into the sky.
Would there be fireworks tonight? Alisa knew not, and yet not knowing only heightened her antecipation. She knew she'd get to see fireworks sometimes before this festival came to a close, but, whenever might that be? Who knew, she might even see them tonight, a beautiful feast for the eyes the likes of which few sights could ever measure up to.
The mere idea of being surprised by unexpected fireworks brought an impish, almost childish smile to her face, all but leaving the mature woman - wise beyond her years - laughing playfully to herself as a child might. Out here, with naught but the churning waves beneath, the starry skies above and bustling crowds far away, Alisa felt well and truly at ease, resting her hands on the wooden railing as she looked off into the distance...