<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=146885.msg6693176#msg6693176">Quote from: MzHyde on 02-08-2012, 08:08:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Shizuru made her way outside and stepped onto the porch. A small smile curled her lips and she tilted her head into the sunlight. Miyu's more frightened roomates would probably think she'd burst into flames or something at this point. She breathed deeply, inhaling the fresh air and delighting at the warm breeze brushing across her cheek and blowing through her firey hair. The demoness tucked a few strands behind her ear and then looked down at the small dancer beside her. "We're not going far. I don't want to miss dinner. I haven't had a human meal in hundreds of years. I don't need to eat, so it's mostly about the pleasure of it. The tastes, the textures, the smells. When you only taste food once in a great while you savor everything. ...Except those awful... overly-salty... crunchy flat things." The demoness made a disgusted face and walked a short ways to sit down in the grass under the shade of a tree. She stretched out, laying back and folding her arms behind her head. It appeared she expected Miyu to join her, as she didn't talk again until the short girl sat down.<br/><br/>"You remind me of someone I used to know. She had the same hair and the same quiet nature. Her name was Atsuki and she was a waitress in this little restaurant I used to visit. Her father and brothers ran the place. This ways back when they used to know me as 'Amaterasu' in some areas. You know her? Goddess of the sun. It was mostly confusion and superstition because I liked to show off. I wasn't about to correct people, especially if it made them stay out of my way and treat me well." Shizuru shrugged. "But Atsuki never fell for it. When I walked in, all the men in the restraunt would back off and move away from wherever I sat down. Nobody would look at me. Not her. She always greeted me like I was a normal customer, nothing to be afraid of. She would serve me and I would savor every bite. I was at peace."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>"Hm? Those are called chips... or crisps..."<br/><br/>Miyu did her best to stiffle a light giggle when Shizuru started talking about food with such awe. Listening to the way she described potato chips had already lightened the serious mood she'd been in before and somehow made her feel... Happier than she remembered feeling in a long time. Could it be that Charlie's summoning spell had worked in a manner of speaking? What if Shizuru and she were meant to be.... She blushed at the thought, dropping her gaze to the ground and trying to hide the blush spreading across her cheeks again.<br/><br/>It couldn't be.... Could it? Was that the reason she hadn't been afraid of her? ...<br/><br/>The dancer tried to push the idea from her mind. She was a dancer for Christ sake and a human one too. What could a powerful demon woman like Shizuru want with someone small like her, that was so easy to ignore? It made no sense.<br/><br/>"O-oh... I see.." She managed to say, when she'd finished listening to the older woman talk about someone she used to know. A thought occurred to the violet haired girl and after taking a moment to compose herself, she found her voice again and looked up at her with a weak smile. "Well... Maybe she was one of my ancestors or something... I don't.. really know. I never knew my birth parents, so most of my Japanese heritage is unknown to me... I only know what my adopted parents taught me and my mother...."<br/><br/>Her last sentence trailed off. Miyu didn't want to reveal that part of herself to anyone, yet something inside wanted her to talk about it. The emotions she was feeling were so confusing, that she bit her lip and forced herself into silence. Her good mood from a moment ago still hung in the air, but she was much quieter now and no longer laughing.