*Warning, chapter contains wholesomeness and smut*
'Not protecting, but fighting back… Another puzzle piece to me being in this world; and Daiyu. How did it happen? Who, or what, did it? Never thought I'd want to hear from Frost again.' Jotou shook her head.
She glanced up to the sky from her balcony, watching the clouds swirl beneath the stars. Her yellow coat flapped against her knees; her blonde locks taken by the cool breeze whilst she leaned on the banister.
Into the wind she released a sigh, "Enough of this." She curved around and back into her room she went, tossing the yellow coat aside onto a chair.
Merely in her nightgown she was, in the room only lit by the night outside. The curtains and silks of the bed canopy waved and danced in a slow waltz.
