Growing up on Sato Island

[Akura]

Jenny made good conversation, she could talk about anything and make it interesting, which was alright because Takara loved her sweet accent.

They traversed the winding path down the side of the hill, through the trees. The pleasant little lamps illuminating the path like a string of gold all the way to the bottom.
They were visiting town, from their quaint little village in the hills. Usually this path was used for their trip to school, but tonight was a special night. Tonight was a celebration of the island's settlement.

"...and so it turned out he just tried to buy a pair!" Jenny laughed, finishing her humourous story,

"I remember hearing something like that" Takara chuckled, trying to catch her eye as they walked,

Jenny and Takara had always gotten along well, in all the few years he had known her. Along with Jenny's parents, they were the only people on the whole island with Bretonian blood. Takara was only half Kusari, so the two of them shared alot of xenophobic attention at school.
But that's what kept them together, they were so different to everyone else they knew.

She continued one of her wild stories as the entered town, which was the busiest you'd ever see it in a whole year. People came down from every surrounding village to celebrate, bringing fireworks and good food.

Jenny took his hand and let him through the crowd, finding them a good spot on a grassy verge, where they could see the entertainment best.