[ She had come to relieve the civilians of their distress over the plume of flighty ayakashi cluttering in the mid-afternoon sky… until she, too, realized how beautiful it looked. It almost looked as if the sun was slowly setting, or if the days around them truly were numbered. But Sakura had seem the Apocalypse before because she was the one who had almost started it, then. With a countenance of stoicism, her hands tightened and clasped together in front of her, the newly acclaimed Goddess watched with equally violet eyes that portrayed a lot of sadness in her glossy irises.
She turns to the side to see a very strong-willed girl ( she only assumed; she appeared to be a very proud person from her manner of speech ) with rosy-pink hair. Sakura pauses, looking back to the sky, then back to her. ]
It’s beautiful. [ She tucks a stray lock of purple hair behind her ear – idly touching the ribbon in the process. ] Do you want to… get rid of it?
[ In blatant terms, it mattered little to Sakura. But she was simply attached to the color. ]
violet
She turns to the side to see a very strong-willed girl ( she only assumed; she appeared to be a very proud person from her manner of speech ) with rosy-pink hair. Sakura pauses, looking back to the sky, then back to her. ]
It’s beautiful. [ She tucks a stray lock of purple hair behind her ear – idly touching the ribbon in the process. ] Do you want to… get rid of it?
[ In blatant terms, it mattered little to Sakura. But she was simply attached to the color. ]