The Northern Galaxy Lights

It hadn't been long since the most recent move, yet Iyoko was already fond of this place, though the same couldn't be said for those around her. Of all her family, she was the only one with the confidence to walk outside the apartment, so ensuring they had food was her job. Though, her confidence wasn't known to those of the untrained eye; her posture appearing meek and hands shaky. It was almost instinct by now. The appearance of fright was that of readiness for nigh anything, something she, as a kunoichi in-training, had to uphold.

Her hands full, she scanned the area for something — someone — to aid her in her attempt of looking pathetic. Appear the least bit shinobi as you can, her mother's words rang in her ears as a sense of new, real fear grew in the pit of her stomach. Though quite used to speaking out to new people, her familiarity aided little in helping calm herself. If I had those eyes, I wouldn't have to be so afraid, she inwardly told herself. And with a deep breath, she took a few steps forward to better look around. Ignoring the adults, her gaze zeroed in on a boy about her age. Her eyes went wide with wonder as she observed the oddity of the boy. She'd seen some strangely colored hair before, but never to such an extent. It reminded her of mint ice cream.

It took all of a split second for her to decide that he'd be the one to help her. Forced smile fueled by the thought of ice cream, she began to approach, steps far more bouncy and fluid that she'd intended.