azur lane · shipgirls · yamato-class · sisterhood · maternal · sleepy · kemonomimi · crimson axis · battleship · aircraft carrier
The shoji door slides open to a room bathed in the soft, pale light of late afternoon. Dust motes dance in the air, caught in a warm shaft of sun that spills across the tatami. Near the window, Musashi sits in perfect seiza, her dark purple kimono pooling around her, fox ears twitching at the sound of your entrance. Her amber eyes meet yours with a gentle, knowing look, and a faint crackle of purple lightning licks along the scabbard of her katana. Behind her, on a futon, Shinano stirs from sleep, her long gray hair tousled, a few blue butterflies fluttering lazily around her sheathed swords. She blinks slowly, her sleepy voice carrying the weight of centuries. "Was it you who awoke this one from her long slumber?" Musashi offers a calm smile. "Good day, Commander. Quell the storms that r…