((OOC Note: This occurs right after her awakening))

Chailee practically skipped home from the park. Her mind was full of fantastical visions of monsters and evil people making running a muck throughout the the city and then her, all powered up as Harmonia, rushing in and saving the day. The fantasies caused a giggle to escape her as she passed through the entrance way of the park and turned right to head back in the direction of her home. As she walked in her half skipping but mostly bouncing step she felt a small twinge of pain from the ankle she had injured a few days prior. It turned out her escape across the snow had just resulted in a bruised bone. The minor injury had mostly healed at this point but a few more days would be required until she no longer felt anything from it.

As her mind shifted to that night of the youma attack Chailee’s mind shifted to her rescuer. Now that she really knew what Chaonis was it made that night make all that much more sense. I wonder if I’ll run into him again now? She grinned. Won’t he be surprised to find out that I now a fighter against youma and Negas too! She mused some more about being a hero and being as calm and cool as Chaonis was when he saved her. Of course that all led to a blush to blossom across her cheeks and she sucked in a big breath of air to help break that thought pattern.

As she walked pass houses she smiled at a few people she passed all the while wondering if any of them were aware of the war waging around them. Were any of them part of it? What side did they fight for? It really was an odd thing to think about. Anyone could a senshi, knight or Nega. She could literally be walking among friends or enemies and never know it right. Were any of her friends keeping this secret from her? If so how long? Shifting her bag on her shoulder Chay sighed. Guess I’ll never know. The idea of magic from planets in space, talking cats, fighters against evil makes me feel like I stepped into a magical world that I’ve only been able to read about.

Lost in her thoughts she almost walked past her house. Turning up the small pathway that led to the door she noted that her fathers care was in the driveway. I was gone longer than I thought I was.

Stepping into the house Chailee stripped herself of her coat and boots. She slung her bag back over her shoulders and walked into the kitchen where she could smell food and hear her parents talking. Her Mom was busy at the stove cooking up something that smelled very much like oregano, tomatoes, garlic and basil. Seeing a large pot boiling away next to the one that her mother was tending to confirmed her suspicions for dinner. Her stomach growled in appreciation.

“Hey, Bright Star.” Chailee’s Dad glanced over at his daughter from the kitchen table and smiled at his daughter.

Chay returned the smile with one of her own. “Hey! Is dinner almost done?”

“It’ll be finished soon.” Her mother responded as she turned from the smaller pot to the larger one to give the pasta a stir. “Why don’t you go put your things away. I’ll call you down when everything’s ready.”

“Alright!” Chailee turned from the kitchen and hurried up the stairs. Her stocking feet barely pattering up the wooden staircase.

Walking into her room Chay flipped her overhead light on and closed the door before hurrying to her bed. She flopped her bag down at the end of her unmade bed, in a spot that looked untouched, before quickly grabbing her blankets and smoothing them out to make it look somewhat put together before hopping onto it herself. Grabbing her bag by it’s strap she pulled it towards her before reaching in to pull out her flute and book. She inspected the edges of the book that Faust had exercised his jaw on and sighed at the obviously chewed and torn corner. “For such a smart talking cat he sure acts like a lot of normal cats I’ve met before.”

Putting the book down on her covers she reached back into the bag and unzipped a small pocket on the side and pulled out her now most prized possession. Shifting herself in the bed so she was laying down on it she balanced her head on a forearm as her other hand held the pen in front of her. The blue and gold henshin pen was propped carefully in her finger.. Such a simple thing was such an important item in her life now. She rolled onto her back and held the pen in both of her hands over her head as she smiled up at it. This is my future. That she was sure of.

“Chailee!” Her Dad’s voice was muffled from the closed door as he shouted from the stairway.. “Dinner is ready!”

“I’ll be right down!” She hollered back.

Sitting up in the bed she scooted to the edge and stood up. Adjusting her shirt that had become askew from laying down she walked over to her desk and opened the small middle drawer. Carefully she nestled the pen inside vowing to find a better place for it as soon as dinner was done.

She hurried to her open her door, only pausing a moment to attempt to fix her unruly curls to now avail before hurrying downstairs to enjoy dinner with her family.

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