[PP-F3] The Rolling Plains

[Kotori 0]

As a light crisp breeze blew through the air silently like the footsteps of a unsuspected assassin, a certain's girl hair was flowing as well as her jet black hair looked as if a hair blower was being used on it. That was not the case however since this female player was stuck in a game, one of a cruel twisted fate called death if her HP dropped below zero. That wasn't was her mind was on however, she was simply napping her tired head against the shamrock colored grasses and flora so that she could have a restful day away from the rest of the others player. There wasn't any distress, unrest or any other emotion she was experiencing, it was only one of pure euphoria from her pleasant dreams that took place in a landscape deep in imagination. It was one feeling that could be told from the wide grin appearing on her face so that. The lass, who's name was Kotori, was at peace and one of never ending qualities if she ever had a say in her joyful slumber. The wind took a turn for the brisk as it sped up its gusts although it wasn't enough to awaken her. Her mind was in a world of its very own, somewhere it would be too difficult to remove her from simply suggesting it. She would have to be woken forcibly, although laying down in the greens in the middle of nowhere on a floor of probably infinite hills, nobody would ever find her. She was alone for once. Maybe for good.

[Jomei 0]

From the misty forest of the Third Floor, the ginger haired man stepped out from behind the tall trees occupying said forest. As he exited the fog, he took a deep breath of  fresh air, now able to see the shining sun above him. There was a light breeze, which made the weather on this floor even more incredible. With a light cooing noise, Jomei's small owl companion, Adere, had followed him out from the mists and perched on his shoulder. With a smile at his tiny friend, Jomei took his Summerthorn rapier and sheathed it on the opposite side of his waist. He then lifted his hand, opening up his inventory menu. With a few more motions of his hand and fingers, his lute materialized into his hand. As he closed the menu, he began to walk slowly through the fields of grass and dandelions, strumming a light Irish tune on his lute. 

Jomei was using the Forest of Wavering Mist as a training ground to attune Adere's pinpointing skills to his own fighting. She really was a huge help in battle, being able to spot enemies' weak points or warn Jomei if an enemy was trying to attack him from behind. She really was worth the trouble, which caused him to grin at her as she sat on his shoulder. Jomei's coat felt as though it was being stuck to his backside, while his hair began to blow straight forward in front of him. The wind was starting to pick up and become quite strong. He turned around to take a look in the other direction, see if the game was spawning a storm of some sorts to change the weather up a bit. As he turned, the napping owl on his shoulder lost her footing, and blew off of his shoulder. she began to flap her wings frantically as she tried to regain her composure, eventually deciding it best to crash into the soft grass. Instead of crashing into grass, however, the small bird found herself toppling over onto a girl who was laying there. When Jomei noticed where Adere had landed, he ran over to her. Upon closer inspection, he saw she was sitting on top of the girl's stomach. "Hey!" he picked up his owl friend and placed her on his shoulder, "I'm sorry about that lass" Jomei said scratching at the back of his head.