Gigi carried a puzzle book in his hands. A strange quill that he'd been told by some grown person was a pen. It wrote like the quill pin but had its own ink. So strange. For a boy used to making the things he used he was fascinated by the magic quill. The puzzle book in his hand was over 3/4ths of the way finished. His bare feet felt something cold beneath them and he looked down. Sakura blossoms? No...it was cold. Sakura blossoms weren't cold. He knelt down and touched it. Shivering. This would be good to train in. He sat down on his knees and opened his puzzle book. Gripping the pen as he started to work on more puzzles. Cryptograms to be exact. Once sitting he rocked back and forth like the leaves of the ancient willow tree.
Last edited by Gigi Makanoshi on Mon Feb 16, 2015 5:49 pm; edited 1 time in total
Last edited by Gigi Makanoshi on Mon Feb 16, 2015 5:49 pm; edited 1 time in total