Is it peace that I seek? Is it fame that I seek? Is it adventure that I seek? Why have I walked the world searching for a figurine? Or am I searching for the part of me that I have lost? But what have I lost that I did not begin with? I do not know but I do care to find out what will set me free and let me soar.* * *
It ascends into heavens every morning without complaint, without delay, without question giving to the world part of itself without reciprocation. Time and time again, it provided nourishing energy as the men and women walk the lands. When it rises again, the green leaves of the great oak trees spreads itself across the branches capturing the precious energy that gives it life. As the gentle breeze sweep across, ruffling the leaves and scaring the birds, the young man's dark brown hair attempts to escape from the restricting helmet. He walks alone in the forest path, sunlight gleaming brilliantly off his unsheathed blade; yet he walks not with a companion but the squirrels and birds of the trees.
Not far ahead, a small stream cuts across the placid forest providing a gathering place for the surrounding creatures. Under a large tree, the young man picks his resting-place. Tilting his head upwards, the white cotton clouds are being molded and crafted into majestic shapes, objects, and figures by the skillful hands of the summer breeze.
Scrunching her forehead and raising her eyebrows, Cloud Kitten looks at Sir West questionably and asks, 'The Baroness?'
Realizing his mistake, but too late to recant, he continues, 'You see...'
The young man holds out his hands before him and begins to use the air as a canvas for his story. The young lady focuses on the storyteller, smiling and frowning at times, as West proceeds to recount the events.
For several days, the pair traveled together searching throughout the land for the lost figurine, yet the venture was fruitless.
As if suddenly waking a soul lost in a dream world, the young man jumps as a gentle tap comes over his shoulders. Seeing how she had scared the young man, a gentle wisp of a woman fails to hide her giggling face as she clasps her hand to her mouth.
Relieved to see that he has met her before, the young man bows his head slightly and says with a smile, 'Ah, so we meet again milady.'
'Konnichi wa m'lord,' says the gentle woman.
Walking through the forest disturbing neither the birds nor the creatures, her graceful foot steps failed to produce a sound even as twigs litter the forest floor. As a few strands of her long black hair falls over her face, she brushes her hair back beneath the radiant sunlight as if a goddess has unconsciously revealed her true identity.
'Please, would you join me by my side?' says the young man, 'Every few days I would come alone, abandoning the world at the forest's edge, to clear my mind and lighten my spirits.'
Picking a spot next the young man, Minako straightens out her white kimono and sits down.
Beyond the treetops, the clouds glide across the boundless blue sky and the birds fly carefree. As the world continues its bustling routine, time seems to stop a moment for the two.