Caught in the delicate tendrils of the dream-like song, she was swept along by her own peace. It was lifting, like flying through mist and finding a sunny meadow away from fears. This was why she loved music. It could help you in so many ways. This affectionate piano, she really felt as though it could live and breathe beneath her fingertips when she played. Once her song was finished, she sighed in relief. Fixing her hair, rubbing her eyes lightly, she felt decidedly better. But that was when she heard something.

Tilting her head to side in curiosity, she listened carefully. Putting a hand out, she was able to find her white cane and she turned her body on the seat to face the door. Yes, that was where it was coming from. A wavered breathing, like someone who had been running or crying. In her teal kimono, Tomohina sat with her back straight and a gentle smile brushed over her lips. A doll-like girl who held a serene air of maturity and poise. No wonder people called her Princess Tomo in such a light manner.

"Hello," her voice was just as gentle and as kind as her smile, sightless lavender eyes like depthless pools of color, "Are you alright?" She held out a hand, moving slowly, like someone trying to coax a bird into their palm. "My name is Tomohina Mizukimura," she gestured to the piano seat, "Would you like to sit somewhere a bit more comfortable?" Her head tilting to the side, her smile kind and soft like falling sakura blossoms. "It's only me in here," Tomo coaxed, "No need to worry about little blind me." She laughed softly at her small self-teasing.