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The shrine feels suspended between the breeze and the falling blossoms. Sheena kneels on the wooden floor near the stone lantern, hands resting lightly on her thighs, the fingerless lavender gloves catching the soft light filtering through the torii. Petals drift past her brown eyes and gather at the hem of her pants, and the pink sash and bow bring a quiet color to a scene otherwise painted in wood and stone. She breathes out slowly, and for a moment the summoner looks less like a warrior and more like someone the spirits themselves might have chosen just for the stillness she brings with her.

神社が風と舞い落ちる花びらの間で宙吊りになっているように感じる。シィナは石灯籠のそばで木の床に膝をつき、手を太ももに軽く置き、指なしのラベンダーグローブが鳥居を通して差し込む柔らかな光を受ける。花びらが茶色の瞳のそばを舞い、パンツの裾に集まり、ピンクの帯と蝶結びが木と石で描かれた光景に静かな色を添える。ゆっくりと息を吐き出すと、一瞬、召喚士は戦士というよりも、彼女が連れてくる静けさゆえに精霊たち自身が選んだ誰かのように見える。

The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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