[Music. Again. Sounds like love songs. Lovely.]

Greetings everyone. How many of you were around for the last time music started playing up? If you were, you may recall what happened afterward. To hopefully avoid something like that happening again, I have to ask if anyone has seen anything strange or new alongside this music? I would try and check for myself but that is a bit too far of a distance to cover, and I don't get out much in the first place.

[The first reaction of the brown-haired little girl who had just arrived, after sitting up and blinking a few times to clear her vision, is to yawn and stretch out her arms. Was she hearing music? It was so relaxing that she felt like she was being sung a lullabye, relaxing and sweet enough to sleep to.]

A dream?

Is Pinoko dreaming...?

[She lies back down, rolling onto her side. She can feel the flower petals pressing against her skin, and the light breeze makes the flowers sway and her dress flutter.

After a moment, she blinks awake and sits up again, with a start!]

A-aaah! Pinoko's nightgown!

[She quickly stands up, frowning as she clutched fistfuls of fabric and raises the hem... but as she was so very short, her long trailing nightgown would usually go just a bit her toes when she pulls it.

Imagine her surprise when she manages to accidentally expose her underwear.

She quickly lets the much shorter dress fall back down, crossing her legs and turning very red.]

T-this isn't Pinoko's...!

[Just why is she wearing something she's never owned in some strange, if very pretty place, that she's never been to before?!

Unable to deal with her situation, she turns very red and looks like she's about to burst into tears, when... nothing happens. She just calms back down and resumes smiling, in a carefree manner, with a shrug to match.] Oh, well!

Time to go find Doc! I'm sure he won't be far... he wouldn't leave his wife all alone, right?

[She'll even whistle a happy tune (random at first, but soon, she's whistling to the tune of the unfamiliar song that she woke to) as she walks off, surprisingly calm about her situation.

She has yet to notice her things just beyond the vine, or even the presence of the cat, patiently waiting with a scroll in the flowerbed.]

[Still relatively new to the garden, Rumia has been rather slow in getting used to the world around her. Most days she would simply wake, clean up the small rock she had been sleeping on at night, and getting together food for the two meals per day she had been eating. Today ,however, things were slightly different as she had heard echos of strange music in her head for the last three days. The repetitive mixture of up-beat tempo and cheery undertones have put the half-lamia in a strange mood. Though she suddenly wished to spend as much time as possible with other people, this sudden thought also brought to the forefront of her mind the fact that the most important person in her life, her adoptive mother Kara, was still missing and now a world away.

With dueling thoughts of love and sorrow lying heavily on her mind, Rumia lays upon the coiled mass of her tail and appears to be thinking about the matter. After a short while she begins muttering to herself about the issue in a tone just high enough for others to hear.]

I miss you mom. But I'm trying my best to make lots of friends so I'm not lonely and become a great adventurer so I can make you proud. But your Rumia is still not sure what she is going to do with her life...