As twilight soaked the cobblestone streets, the roadside scenery of Luennolay seemed to be bathed in a thin layer of blue.
The props store by the road had already turned its sign around to "Closed," warm yellow glows seeping through the display windows, where the busy figure of the shop owner could be seen; at the street corner café, the last order of the day was being placed, and a few Magical Girls walked out, holding their coffee cups, chatting and laughing, making the place quite lively.
Sitting in the slowly moving Fairy Carriage, Emerald Sparrow was fiddling with the pair of gloves that made her feel somewhat uncomfortable.
The body of the gloves was cyan, with white lace at the wrists fitting snugly onto her hands, a few strands of starlight slipping through the gaps, and the pearl buttons occasionally reflecting the passing lights. The hem of her princess gown nearly touched her heels, and the taffeta, drenched in twilight, flowed like solidified milk on the Yingwood seat.
