marincess

“Eugh, I remembered why I hate flying….” Shion Futaba stepped out of the airport, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder as she rest her left arm on top.  She stumbled slightly to avoid bumping into someone, as she hopped aboard a shuttle into town. “So, can you go over, again, why I’m out here in New York?” she asked as she put a phone to her ear, tilting her head slightly to avoid smelling the rather dirty-looking passenger beside her. “You know very well why you’re there, Shion,” came the voice of Castor, one of her guardians, “The Grand Mare crystals planted themselves mostly in