☀️ Arselia and Akonia

- Itadakimasu," Ayano proclaimed to the world, having finished her light breakfast. "Gochisosama," she added upon completion.
For a while, she continued to sit, staring blankly at the oily residue they had left on the plate. Finally, with a sharp movement, she stood up from the stool. At that moment, determination filled her, but in the next instant, her heart began to waver.
Finally, she managed to suppress this wave of doubt. Approaching the mirror, she gazed at her reflection for a long time, then rummaged through her bag. The Blade of Honor, a diary, a perfect topaz – there was so much here... Finally, her hands found what she needed.
Pulling them out of the fifth dimension, she held the garment against her neck – the kimono looked excellent, as always. Closing her eyes and inhaling its scent, she was transported for a moment to her native Nihon. Despite the fabric being washed many times, it still possessed a quality unlike anything else on this earth.
The kosode and hakama fit her body perfectly, despite the 5% weight gain. Perhaps this was the deeper meaning of free Nihon clothing? But let the philosophers ponder that.
Convinced that the travel cloak lay comfortably over all this attire, she leaves the room. Her heavy legs slowly but steadily carry her towards the church of Arselia.
Reaching the majestic building – even by the standards of this small town – she raises her hand, which pauses halfway to the doorknob.
After thinking for a few seconds, she knocks on the door.
- Reverend! This is Yamagami Ayano. I need to tell you something.