Simmering Jams at the Edge of the Forest

Meeserie also has four seasons. Compared to Japan, the shift is mild, with average temperatures slightly lower than those in Kanto throughout the year. Summer is short and spring and autumn is long. What a specification I prefer.

And now, the forest behind the mansion is completely stained with autumn colors. Yellow-dyed leaves sparkle in the bright afternoon sun. Forests are like postcards combined with contrasts with sunny skies.

I was out in the backyard to take in my laundry, smudged with the luxury of seeing this sight from home every day.

Although there are all sorts of magic props and some resemble washers and dryers, they are still expensive and not that popular to the public. So laundry is a job in every home. I wash my own regular stuff a little bit, but the big guy's sheets and covers are getting help when the two working downstairs arrive.

The sight of white sheets swinging backwards with trees, passing laundry ropes under the blue sky, is likely to come to a foreign story. I usually dry it in the housekeeping room, so I feel that way unnecessarily.

From the thin plain weave of summer, the sheets, which I changed to the slightly thick with patterned weave, were completely dry, even though the sun was still high in the afternoon thanks to the refreshing wind of autumn.

When I touch it, I feel comfortable with the rugged "how to wash" touch, and I get excited when I think I'm going to lie down on this tonight.

I tried to take it off the rope, and Buddy came with the fairies. Trying to stroke one of Buddy's heads at his feet and keep it intact, the little ones hold up all over the sheets and start playing fun.

It's like kindergarten kids do paraballoons, flutter and wave and twirl on both sides, and it seems like a lot of fun - even sports cheerful music streams into your head to a smiling sight, but yeah. Your sister wants to clean this up.

Oh, look, just put it back over here before you drop it, no matter how much the ground below looks like lawn, I knew the wash on the ground because of it would suddenly be sad to dive into the ground. Ugh.... Hey, you guys? You're playing, right?

It kind of makes me laugh when it's like sheeting with the fairies who won't give it back. I'm trying to be really good at it, but, uh, I'm not saying I'm helping. He said it wouldn't arrive like that anymore.

Where I went from "helping" to "playing" completely, the fairies accidentally let go of their hands... sheets up high fall fluttering and wrap me softly.

A vision stained all at once white from the blue sky that looked up.

Soap and wind scents of laundry, pieces of sunshine visible from the weave gap of the cloth.

Something blurs my head - oh, this is it.

- Honey, you're gonna help me.

"Look, I can't smell the sun."

My little feet worn in adult sandals. The hem of the laundry that reaches out full and finally reaches - much farther, childhood memories. Even then, I was kidding and watching the sun like this over the cloth wearing sheets.

Always seemed to veil one when I remembered. My grandmother's voice, resuscitated in my ear as if I were there, stuck my throat unknowingly.

Filling the cloth blocking the breeze is a slightly warm air, a bird's voice that can be heard creeping......

"Margaret?"

That's my current name. To that voice that popped into my ear, my head suddenly clears - Mark.

I looked out of my thighs and sheets and I saw a buddy running to jump towards Mark. Apparently, Mark comes here laughing like he had no choice but to follow the rear of the flying fairies with his eyes and figure out why this state was.

"When I came here because I was free, I did something like a child again... whoa,"

He said it wasn't my fault. I got a mischievous mind on that line, and I also hung a sheet on Buckwheat and Mark. Hmm, now we're 'kids' together, and I thought... Shit.

We can both hold each other with our sheets over our heads. I can only see Mark's jacket now that his vision was white until just now. Slapping him on the back with a slightly stronger arm force, the restraint finally loosened enough to hold his breath.

Your left arm remains turned to your hips and your right hand gently follows your cheek. The blue eyes peeking into my back were floating carefree colors.

"'Cause I'm coming over tonight."

A bitter laugh is returned to me when I blink with my pussy.

"Though I meant to, even if the teachers didn't tell me. This place would be too big by itself."

Master Adelaide and Dr. Daniel are going out to King's Capital this morning. I plan to stay at Master Walter's as it is today, and I was spending my first "alone" time coming to Meeserie.

Already - I don't know, really. It seems to this man that I am a complete prospect. In the space surrounded by a piece of cloth, align your forehead with the crust.

"I'm not a kid, and I'm fine by myself about leaving a message."

"I just want to come"

'... you're not gonna be gone, are you?

Instead of a reply, he also gets trapped in his arms.

"I know."

If you raise your face to a satisfied voice, blue eyes look down at me instead of a blocked sky. My lips layered as I drew the arc - wrapped in cloth and markings, kind of like I became a balm couch, or oh I knew I had to re-wash this sheet, or something.

With that in mind, I stayed put until Buddy put the sheets on and let the two of them out.