<strong>Shokyou</strong><br/><br/>You know it's getting bad when you should be studying, happen to glance out the window, and see the bridge to the bath house...and the bath house.  But no dragons and no massive wave sweeping down out of Big Lake to overwhelm the lot!  So this is a daydream you're having, which is pretty normal, and like yours sometimes do, this one seems persistent (because in reality you're pretty sure that there's no bridge and no bath-house out your window).  But the wind?  That's real enough, and your window is open, and that glittering on the breeze is the Dust.  Outside Dust.  This is Horizon, and you're supposed to be far enough from Big Lake to avoid most of it.  But here it is.<br/><br/>And...you think you catch a glimpse of a curvy female figure in a soaking wet kimono and a white mask, sagging against a tree as if exhausted or hurt!  Memories of a dream vision of that body, nipples stiff with chill, the grey and white silk clinging to the shivering flesh beneath in a way that stopped your breath for a moment...Suzi's fingers brushing your own as if seeking the comfort of your presence...<br/><br/>Hey, it's only cramming!  It'll take care of itself, right?  And you did wish for an adventure, right?  Because a damsel in distress is surely a job for Shokyou the Mighty!  Right?  Of course, it could be a trap.  And that would be bad.<br/><br/><strong>Suzi</strong><br/><br/>You know you're in trouble when, because Shokyou is studying and you're running errands for your family business instead, you pass by a cafe in Fortitude and there, looking lost in thought and mildly forlorn, is the aforementioned skinny little flat-chested elf-girl for whom Rinley stole that black lacy bra...and then ran away before she could be convinced to join in on the fabulous quest that Shokyou had dreamed up. Which actually was kind of a good thing, given how much trouble you might have gotten into if you hadn't completed the errand you were on at the time.  The little blonde just happens to look up as you pass and her eyes go wide.  She grabs her drink with both hands, sips it...blushes.  Glances away.  Blushes harder...and then she rallies, clears her throat, and gestures to the seat beside her in silent invitation.<br/><br/><strong>Mayu</strong><br/><br/>Maybe it's because you're thinking about dat ass, and more importantly the trouble-making little red-haired brat attached to it, but while you are working on your new mask (and making great progress!  Almost as if the mask wants to become what you're making of it) you get the feeling that somehow, somewhere, that girl is dreaming.  This would be a perfect moment to take a little bit of revenge!  Surely it would be justice after a fashion if she were to be startled awake in the middle of a class by a wet dream?  The humiliation from that alone might be nearly enough to make up for the shock of having one's newest and sexiest bra stolen by a panty-thief!<br/><br/>The strange thing is, you think you've seen the mask that is becoming under your hands more than once before.  It conjures thoughts of wet silk, chilling lakespray, and standing in the shadow of two great serpents rising from the depths as you stand before them on a bridge over troubled waters.  A deep feeling.  A mystical connection.  It speaks to you, warms to the touch like a half-glimpsed and distant memory of an unasked kindness.