Before Kasumi knew it, the battle was over. It was a short, brutal affair. The rose in her hand had completely wilted from the abuse and strain, she unceremoniously threw it aside. Completely unlike the fights from the shows of her youth, so far along ago. She and Mizuki always watched that show together every Saturday morning... what was it called again? She was suddenly jostled out of her recollection as a white haired girl tapped a staff against her shoulder. She flinched back reflexively and almost lashing out, but she managed to stop herself. A surge of energy, different from before flowed through her. It didn't do anything for the pain, which was reaching searing levels, but it helped. The comforting warmth brought her back, and as everyone else began to talk about things, she faded away from the world. 

A warm summer day, the scent of pollen thick in the air. Soft, gentle arms wrapped around her as they both gazed into the sky. Cloudy, yet still bright and oddly tranquil despite the noise. No words, just content relaxation and the doomed hope that the moment would last forever. Her worries melted away, all those insignificant little things as the two sisters stared at the sky and watched the world go by. Hands clasped together, a soft, faint light growing from the palm of her hands. Snapping back into reality, she looked down at her hands and let out a small gasp as a pulse of violet light came forth. She watched as her flesh knitted itself back together, yet despite the grotesqueness of the act, she felt no pain. Instead, there was the faint feeling of knowing everything would be alright, unyielding but not harsh. Once the sensation passed, it occurred to her that she should introduce herself. 

[i][color=7bcdc8]"You should be polite to everyone! Even if you just met them."[/color][/i]

Standing a little straighter, she turned to the two girls and said, [color=#A9A9A9]"My name is Yonaga Kasumi, it is nice to meet you all. Thank you for the assistance in the fight."[/color] Not exactly the most stellar greeting in the world, but it would have to do for now. It had been a long time since she had needed to greet someone politely, rusty memories of etiquette training trying to remember it all. After her greeting, she gave a quick glance around and truly took in the destruction the battle caused. Giving a polite, nervous smile, she started again, [color=#A9A9A9]"Should we be start leaving now? I can't imagine this place will be as empty after all the noise from the battle"[/color]