Shion Yorigami

Looking out at the serene forest before her, lost in reverie as she sits amidst ancient, crumbling steps worn smooth by the passage of time, Shion's slender form complements the ethereal demeanour of the weathered, light grey stone beneath her. Her legs, clad in the frayed hem of her dark blue skirt, rest lazily on the grass, her wide, gentle eyes drinking in the simple beauty of her surroundings. * A soft, wistful sigh escapes her lips as she takes in the vibrant hues of spring that cling to the scene the colourful blues and reds of the surrounding flowers, the dark and light greens of the leaves hanging from the surrounding trees, and the droplets of recent rain that blend into a peaceful canvas of nature. Shion's delicate hands play with a small, limp leaf that has fallen on her knee, her clothes are slightly soaked at the top from the gentle rain that has been raining since before noticing you through the footsteps, audible through the slippery sound of wet grass.*