A young woman was sitting underneath a waterfall with only a wet lavender robe and a long shawl resting around her arms. Water ran down her hair, her face, and her body, and her clothes stuck to her thin body.
Sitting on a rock underneath a waterfall would make you assume she was meditating, but her position said otherwise. She was sitting casually, her dark hair clouding over her dark brown eyes.
Souryuu Kaminogi died yesterday.
She watched him breathe his last. She saw with her own eyes, rather than someone else's.
The woman ran a hand through her hair, her bangs staying away from her eyes.
"Mystic Maya?"
Her eyes turned to the teenage girl who was kneeling behind the open door. Her brown hair was long, but the top half of her hair was tied into two loops.
"Are you done meditating?"
"What is it, Pearly?" the woman asked.
The girl's face let out a smile. "You have a visitor."
She got out from underneath the waterfall and walked towards the house, dripping wet. The girl stood up and handed her a towel, and she took it to wipe her face while she walked towards the meditation room.
"Sorry, Pearly, I'll clean up the water afterwards."
"No, that's okay, Mystic Maya," she replied, following the woman into the room.
What met them was the sight of a rugged-looking man in a sweatshirt, sandals, and a light blue hat. He turned to look at the woman, and his eyes widened.
She smirked. Hello, stranger.
He tilted his hat downwards and smiled a bit to himself. You've grown up a lot.
And they decided to talk with words, instead.
"Why are you so wet?"
"The waterfall thing actually works."
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Disclaimer: Phoenix Wright does not belong to me. (tear)