Saya gripped the dirt streaked hem of her skirt.
"Hagi, I ripped it again." Saya moaned in distress. Hagi sighed and pulled out a sewing kit.
"You are my hero, Hagi!" Saya laughed. Hagi sighed again as he began to sew the shreds of skirt back together so nobody would notice the obvious tears in the fabric. Saya soon grew impatient and started softly tugging at Hagi's shirt sleeve.
"Saya, I know it's a habit and all, but can you stop tugging on my sleeve? I can't sew your skirt if you keep this up." Hagi laughed.
After Hagi finished mending her skirt and they finished eating their lovely picnic, Saya intended on meeting her Diva in the tower with the blue roses. One time, she sent Hagi, when he was a child, to fetch her blue roses in an attempt to send him away, because he, of course would not find them. That was Diva's idea. But he did not find them, but he found her other roses, which he removed the thorns so she could sniff them. (she had always wanted to do that.)
Joel took one look at her and said,
"Ripped your skirt again? Saya, what did I tell you?" Joel's face was as red as Saya's medication. He was angry. Saya hated it when Joel was angry.
"Well, I was running, and… I fell?"
"You don't know whether you fell or not, Saya?"
"Hagi!" Hagi immediately appeared at Saya's side.
" I need to go outside once again, don't follow me." Hagi did not protest as Saya strode outside. She went straight to the tower. Once she was there, Diva was waiting.
"You must let me meet this Hagi fellow." Diva yawned playfully and licked her hand like a cat.
"On my birthday, Diva, then you will meet Joel and Amshel will be there and everything! Oh, it will be grand! I will lend you a dress! Oh, say will come! I will unlock this dumb door and let you come!"
"Oh, ill come all right." Diva laughed evilly.
"What do you mean, Diva?"
"Amshel is coming! You should leave Saya!"
"I suppose, I should rest up for tomorrow. Ill fetch you a dress and unlock the door so you can come down when you are ready." Saya laughed as a fresh wave of excitement ripped through her like a hurricane. For tomorrow was her Birthday.