It was a lovely spring afternoon as she made her way up the path of steps which she was not familiar with its destination. A pensive expression took hold of the delicate features that was her face. She had not realized how far up she had gone until the wind blew strands of her hair from her face. Her head turned slighting to the landscape the stairs had provided. Her golden hues took in all that they could from that view as a soft smile curved her lips.
‘such a beautiful view' she spoke to herself in a low voice. Although the view was in fact lovely the smile that had come to her lips faded just as quick. Emi was traveling, for what reason she did not quite know.