That peaceful rustling of leaves, disturbed by the sudden gushes of uneven inertia of wind, had always calmed her. A soft crinkling sound was replaced by them, under the quick step of her feet. Another gust caused the leaves to be pulled from their homes on trees, and they gathered together in small tornadoes of those bleeding red shades. Each pattern burned into her eyes. Yellow, yellow, brown, orange, red, brown, yellow, orange, red, yellow, red, brown, orange, which was then followed by the strong scent of the pine needles that migrated to the ground as well. Surely it had happened many years before. And surely it needed to happen for years to come.
She could even imagine that old hat, a gift from her overly eccentric master, and how it looked in this weather. The image was surprisingly vivid, right down to the waving of each single tassel. But now she no longer wore such a human-like and trivial thing as that. Her head was exposed and her hair could finally feel that graceful push that caused the part to disappear into a hurricane of blond strands. Such a gentle setting now, almost enough to make her wild again. Although reverting, if even for a second, back to a creature-like state was not the worst thing, she certainly would prefer not to lose all of the hard worked personality and poise off in a single day. But all of these smells, the sights, the feeling of the wind and her bare feet against the sharp yet worn earth. It made her feel free. It made her feel as though she herself might even be the wind.
But even so, no matter how fast she ran or how long she ran or how determined she could be to run, the distance would never truly increase. These trees would still be as tall as they are, despite any effort to climb them. That's how it would always be, too. Through all of these seasons she had waited, she was still unsure of when the exactly perfect time to strike was. But there was no turning back now.
Fists tightened unlike her knuckles were a bright white, the memory came forth. How many times had lies been spoken through those lips? How many years had she been prisoner to her so-thought savior? It was impossible to keep track in numbers by now. Numbers certainly wouldn't be able to level her pain anymore, nor the amount of trees she must have already passed. It didn't matter if she was halfway in or out anymore, all she needed to do was continue this running.
But for a moment, she felt a different breeze hitting the back of her exposed neck. Goosebumps, trailing around her body, caused the heels of her feet to dig suddenly into the crusty earth. It was worn down already, thus the dirt coming up was no real chore. To feel the wind like that, everything that had once been swirling around her, fell back down. And as her clothing fell back to hit her skin, she realized she had been wearing them. It never came to her before. So was what she was doing...
Before it just seemed like a lost dream, to be able to escape so easily. It made her wonder now... how would this affect everyone?
With a quick sound, an odd mix of hissing and whistling through her teeth, and exhaled. A small, quick smile was found on her face, spreading her cheeks out.

「おい、大丈夫もし私がちょうど消えるですか？」

She giggled to herself. What a ridiculous question. And, connected to that sort of, "I'm off" tradition she had seen.. Perhaps she should say her good-byes.

「すべてでは、私の愛する心配しないでください。私はあなたにすぐに戻ります。それは約束するよ。」

That would be done with. Now her mistress certainly wouldn't need to worry. So she took off running again. Her feet pace picked up quite quickly for just having been standing still. It was a natural thing with foxes, she supposed. They were sly and quick on their feet. She certainly resented that. She laughed again, then closed her eyes. No fear of loosing steps.
Opening her mouth, she tried to think of the right words. Yukari, Chen, Primeus, Nazrin, Sanae, Tenshi, Reisen, Sai, and... Yuka.

Everyone.


「だから。私は喜んでのソートされてお会いすることができたのだ。」





(('SUP.
I felt like doing a dramatic journal.
NO, RAN'S NOT DYING.
GOSH.

Translations:
"Hey, will you be okay if I just disappear?"
"Please don't be worried about me, dear. I'll be right back to you. It's a promise."
"So... I'm glad that I could meet all of you."

My Japanese sucks, so I probably made mistakes. idk, I though it seemed more depressing or something.

ALSO LOL SORRY IF I DIDN'T MENTION YOUR CHARACTER?!))