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𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓅 | iris noire & raguna

@therunefarmer

•｡ ❀ With the sun setting beneath the horizon, and the clouds made way for the stars to peak from underneath the twilight that blanketed the sky -- Iris Noire awoke from her deep slumber. Humming a melodic tune to express her gratitude to the spirits for welcoming her to the waking reality, she arose from her bed and spent no time lingering whilst getting ready for her ventures in the nighttime. At this point, she had become accustomed to a routine that she followed over the course of the week prior to appearing at the Dragon King Shrine to perform her duties -- contrary to popular belief, individuals _did _visit the shrine during the witching hour for whatever reason it may be. Sometimes they simply could not sleep and experienced their fair share of insomnia. Sometimes, though, they sought guidance and answers in their darkest hour.

Alas, it was her livelihood for the time being - until she moved on to the next thing, which remained distant in the forefront of her mind. The young woman perused the path that winded through the outskirts of the heart of Arcadia - where the tree canopies appeared to be painted like the sunset containing shades of red, yellow, and orange. It was this path she most adored, for around the corner came one of her most favorite sights on this island - the farm called Fantastic Flowers.

She fell astray from the paved path and trod through the grass towards the main building where the shop was located. From there, she stopped a couple steps in front of the entrance where she held a marvelous view of all the flowers that were blossoming - glowing and shimmering as they basked in the moonlight. Iris Noire softly smiled, pleased to see that these natural beauties were cared for; however, the smile quickly faded away when the door behind her was swung open by someone inside.

Iris Noire slowly turned around to face the stranger, watching him as he screeched to a halt and maintained eye contact with her. “Good evening,” she greeted the brunet gentleman, “I hope I did not startle you... I wasn’t aware that the shop was still open at this hour.”