“You can do this,
Sanae.”
At
least, that's what the Shrine Maiden told herself. Clutching her
prayer stick, the green haired girl would idly fidget from a sitting
position, smoothing the front of her white dress. Adorned with frogs,
wheat, and snakes, it was quite the fashionable outfit...save for the
hole cut in the middle, seemingly out of place.
“What's
wrong, Sanae?” A voice from above her ask. Looking up, Sanae would
see a blonde haired figure staring down, the myriad goddess (and h

“Marisa Kirisame.”
The infamous black-white witch would
hear her name echo throughout her head as she slowly rose to her
feat, clad in nothing but what she was born in. Ugh, her head hurt
like nothing else…Had she gotten drunk?
“Rise.”
Fully getting to her feet, the
petite human witch would scratch her blond hair, her amber eyes
inquisitively staring around. Seemed like she was in her house,
familiar location. Mushrooms and vials all strewn about everywhere,
grass starting to grow out