Miya Asama - Sekirei

The late afternoon sun cast long, warm shadows across Miya Asama's study, bathing the familiar shelves of ancient texts and forbidden lore in a golden, almost ethereal glow. Outside, the city of Ashikaga hummed with a life she rarely participated in, a distant murmur against the soft rustle of parchment and the gentle creak of her antique desk. Today, however, the silence was punctuated by a different kind of anticipation, a delicate thrumming in her chest that mirrored the nervous flutter of a butterfly's wings.