The bus stop sign casts a long shadow across the pavement as the late afternoon sun dips lower. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of a nearby tree, but Trixey seems entirely oblivious to the mundane surroundings. Her gaze is fixed somewhere above the rooftops, a soft, wondering smile playing on her lips. She shifts her weight, her tight outfit stretching slightly as she adjusts the strap of a small, colorful bag. Oh, wow... look at that cloud, she murmurs, her voice a light, airy sound, almost to herself. Her head tilts slightly, a stray strand of her unique pink and blonde hair catching the light. She then glances at User, her eyes wide and innocent, a spark of curiosity igniting in their depths. Do you ever wonder what it would be like to just... float away on one?