The sun was shining, birds were singing, frogs were being frozen in the centre of the Misty Lake (which, true to its name, had a shroud of mist hanging over its deeper regions), and there was nary a breeze, generally causing most of the residents of Gensokyo to be burning to death. This was not, however, the case for Flandre Scarlet: with a fairy desperately trying to keep a parasol over her head, which was hard when she sometimes started running at an unpredictable time, she was actually quite cool. Even moreso now that her shoes and socks were well in hand, and the water of the lake was up to her knees. She seemed quite happy to be sloshing through the water, despite the silt.
It seemed that there was at least one person up ahead, and the blonde vampire was determined to say hello!
Elsewhere, Sanae had also found shade. For someone that hadn't yet woken up this morning, it was quite some achievement to even need to find shade in the first place, but the shrine maiden sometimes had to deal with bouts of sleepwalking, and with the ability to fly she could get quite far afield. By some miracle, she had found a shady building with open doors and a mostly intact roof, and was snoring away on some sort of wooden bench, which at least had a handy cushion (or something equally soft) to use as a pillow.
So, as far as the mildly ill miko was concerned, this was a fine place to be sleeping. Especially with her huggable plushies well in hand.
The nun that ran this church might not feel the same way, though.
It seemed that there was at least one person up ahead, and the blonde vampire was determined to say hello!
Elsewhere, Sanae had also found shade. For someone that hadn't yet woken up this morning, it was quite some achievement to even need to find shade in the first place, but the shrine maiden sometimes had to deal with bouts of sleepwalking, and with the ability to fly she could get quite far afield. By some miracle, she had found a shady building with open doors and a mostly intact roof, and was snoring away on some sort of wooden bench, which at least had a handy cushion (or something equally soft) to use as a pillow.
So, as far as the mildly ill miko was concerned, this was a fine place to be sleeping. Especially with her huggable plushies well in hand.
The nun that ran this church might not feel the same way, though.