Something whispered swift and sure -- Something at your shoulder in the dark -- Something long lost and found again -- Something not for you -- My name is Enki.

Lying in the moon-tempered darkness she wonders -- why her in the apprentice room why Yûgiri in the north wing why not together in the apprentice room or in the north wing? A thought like crumpled paper she sighs and turns under the cover, her hair catching...

Héhéhé... Lovely collarbone is lovely... Eh oui ! Takeie est à la maison -- enfin. Bon, ce ne sont pas ses cheveux ni ses yeux définitifs, et il est tout pâlot, mais il est là ! La posabilité est juste géniale (et je crois que je vais resserrer un coup...