A Battle, Of Course.

Ayama floated around on her newly outfited broom. She had got it redone. No longer was it covered in skulls, but raven feathers and mother pearls that shone darkly when the sun hit them. Klyde, her familiar, sat in her lap, his bones poking out from his multi-coloured fur. She stroked him softly as she waited for an opponent.

i walk around the ground under ayama. then look up and see her. "hey!"

Ayama looked down. Noticing Luxe, a smile tugged at her lips. "Luxe? Is that you?"

"yup! hey ayama" i wave