Such were the masks and games of...home. Minstrel.
Near the port she landed. Touching grass of the land that held a toxic bitter sweet smell to her body. And oh was it strong. But these feelings were of unknown origin to her. There, pestering and nagging within every fiber of her being. But WHY. That. Was something Jikan could not answer. Or at least the name she took when she left this county all those years ago.
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