The morning sun shone high in the sky, it's orangish glow complimented the other sun's red like hue. Fairies bounced about, easily avoiding every human glance as they offered gratitude to the trees.
Such a morning was blissful, rapturous really. Everything seemed tranquil and beautiful. Such pure ecstasy to watch the sunrise.
Well... it was. Until Imogen decided to pick fight with a very... interesting? Yes, interesting, young woman. They had bumped into each other on the streets of this broken town, both stressed about their own hectic lives.
Imogen wasn't feeling too well, being tired and having the system nagging at her to read a blank card that didn't actually have any apparent words on it.
That's not to say though that the young woman, about eighteen or nineteen in apperance, didn't ask for trouble when insulting Imogen's mother just because the so called hero had gotten in her way.
