It was a clear moonlit night; Winter days were ending and Spring was soon to come, but in this part of the forest, it felt like it already did. The grass was already dewy, in young blooms were just sprouting up, waiting for morning to greet them. Quietly, a Key bounces along the edge of the creek, Klingel--Her orange ball--clutched tightly to her bosom with one arm. With dark wisps forming and dispersing almost endlessly around her, the Female Key seemed to take little notice of the scene around her...It was oddly peaceful, and Kratos Lucca seemed to be feeling just the same.
It didn't show on her face, nor her bloody tear-stained eyes...but there was an odd calmness that filled her from within. There wasn't that worry or panic expression...Just one that was...content.
