Every morning was the same, and so was every other after noon. Natsuora had spent a majority of her years lifetime later from that incident taking care of children and that had always put her in a dampened mood because she wasn't a kid friendly type of person, even though the kids had simply adored her. But this morning was something of completely different reasoning because she could not find the one person that she had spent more of the morning looking for.
Why?
Because that said person made it their simple duty to avoid anything that had to do with the elderly woman and had always made it a personal goal to avoid her on days like this. Natsuora detested that trait about her, but there was nothing she could do other than continue to serve the young and rapidly disappearing Hexe family.
"Where are you?" Natsuora murmured looking high and low for that said person. She honestly thought that she had wasted a majority of her life caring more for kids then protecting adults that she had been trained to deal with. "Damn that kid…"
"Something wrong Miss Miyako?"
Natsuora turned around to face a young woman who had pale skin that was well accented by her dark raven colored hair and bright violet eyes. Everything about the gal that now stood in Natsuora held a calm grace in the atmosphere around them, she was a gentle type of person that just never seemed to worry about anything, but always seemed to panic or become worried over the smallest issues in any given situation.
"Everything Lady Cassandra, I just don't get what goes through that kid's head." Natsuora said brushing away some loose strand of her doubled hair. The blue strands refused to move back into their normal place and hung loosely around her face and her golden eyes gave off the sign of hinted annoyance.
"Don't say that Miss Miyako." Cassandra said slightly exasperated at Natsuora's obvious annoyance. "My cousin is just… going through some harsh times."
Natsuora sighed and shook her head at the young raven haired woman. She could never understand what went through their heads.
She skipped partly through the old dense forest, being careful and cautious as she made her way down a steep hillside in the lower section of the old forest. Her bare feet slipped into the caking mud that had yet to dry from the layering humid heat waves that came in from the Moonshadow Sea, she didn't bother groaning in annoyance from the mud and if she did, she did not show any possible sign of the mud layering itself on her bare feet.
The mud splattered up on her legs as she ran further into the forest, she gripped the bottom of her dress as she ran deeper and deeper.
The sound of heavy paw steps could be heard following after her and grew quicker in pace as she ran quicker through the forest. The owner of said steps had its breath in quick rasps as it followed, its body was lithe and slick as its muscles moved in sync with the heavy thudding of its paws.
She rounded a corner in the old forest and then slid right into the middle of a newly formed clearing that had been recently made some odd years ago. No doubt when she was only a little girl and this clearing held a very painful memory for her, but she ignored it.
The owner of the heavy steps also rounded a corner and made the same turn into the clearing, watching its cornered victim with its bright blue eyes.
She turned around and grinned at the predator that was watching her with those bright blue eyes. Both gave each other the same look, not one daring to move or showing any sign of malice towards each other.
The Predator was an albino feline species that hunted with all natural instinct and did nothing that involved thinking of any sort; it was naturally intelligent and knew instantly what its "prey" was possibly planning. Its white tail swishing as it stuck to what the natural instinct was telling it to do to the young bare footed woman.
Now the young bare footed woman had fading blond hair that was well shown due to her lightly tanned skin, the two showed that she was completely un-native to the region of Beizt, her silver eyes were bright and vivid telling anyone who looked at her otherwise. She never seemed to be someone who could easily be taken emotionally down.
That was how and what made Celestial T. Hexe well liked among her close friends and her cousin. She was well fit and tended to let nothing stand in her way when she wanted to help those that needed the help. She never had a reason to care about her appearances around others and right now she was completely content and happy for whom she was.
The albino feline watched her carefully and in a spilt second there was a flash of fur and Celestial had the wind knocked completely out of her as she hit the ground. The feline had her pinned down flat on the ground large snow-white paws holding down Celestial's upper muscles and its head crouched down deathly close to her face, hot decaying tuna scented breath flashing in a repeating pattern of breathing in and out.
Fear should have been coursing through her system, lacing her muscles firm and stiff. Her face should have been contorted in fear for her life, and her voice should have been at break necking raw. But neither of these things seemed to be happening to her at this moment at all. Instead it was the complete opposite of how one would have normally expected for a serious situation. Instead she was laughing at the situation that she was currently in.