[center] [h2] [color=ed145b] Hinako Kirishima [/color] [/h2] [/center] 

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 [color=ed145b] “Lost? Me? I’d never have something so unfortunate happen to me. Never have I ever been lost. Hahaha,” [/color] Hinako nervously said, waving her hands erratically as if she was trying to complete a thought that simply wouldn’t find itself in focus. 

Despite her bravado-filled statements, one could see an obvious shift of her fox-appendages change their once saddened state to one that seemed more energetic and happy. Even if she was someone who was a bit prideful due to her unnatural upbringing, she still was not able to control the aspects of her that were not “human” in the sense that animals tend to have little control over the vacuous tail. She seemed to sulk when considering her next statement; her actual needs. She was [poorly] convincing when stating that she was not lost. But the need to find the auditorium blew over this pride. 

With a sigh, she continued. 

 [color=ed145b] “...You got me. I cannot say I am too familiar with these grounds as much as it pains me, and the buildings I have been within in my life were definitely not as grandeur than this structure. Even the shrine wasn’t as large as this place.” [/color] 

How did she get so lost? She couldn’t tell you. Though she had been a wanderer for some time, the nature of a goddess was sedentary rather than a rolling stone or a wheel on the highway. But even if she was a wanderer for some time, despite her nature as a goddess, she was not the sort of person that knew where she was going. Simply put, she was a leaf in the wind until this school offer had given her direction. 

[color=ed145b] “But…” [/color] she trailed off, her tail spinning around in a circle before coming to a stop, her eyes looking around the room before they once again reset themselves on the girl before her. Now that Hinako had gotten a better look at her, it was clear she was not of eastern descent. Hinako had the clear appearance of a Japanese girl, and although she could choose to change her appearance on the whim of her desires, this was the form she tended to take. The girl before her was clearly of western origin, Hinako finding her petite appearance rather cute. If they were meant to be around the same age, Hinako did stand about 10 cm above the girl. Perhaps it was a bit embarrassing to ask directions from someone who appeared to be a bit younger in terms of stature, but Hinako understood that appearances meant nothing in the realm of Demi. 

[color=ed145b]“....If you are going to the auditorium regardless, I guess I could have you lead me if you would be so inclined to do so. My name is … uhh ... Hinako. Hinako Kirishima. Might I ask what your name is?” [/color]

Even if it wasn’t her “name”, it was still the name she chose to go by. It might be a bit difficult for someone to go by a name that “no longer exists”. A nameless goddess that simply existed. No. She had not the power to act upon the name forgotten to time. “Hinako Kirishima” more than worked for her tastes. Even if it wasn’t necessarily “hers”, it was still her “current name”.

[color=ed145b] “I just transferred to this school, so I guess I am a “freshman”. Glad to have met someone who is also new to this place. Makes me feel a bit better. I cannot say I am too good at making friends. I’ve hardly spoken to humans in ages. It makes it easier knowing that most of the students in this school are [i]similar to me [/i]” [/color]