teen idol

Maki didn't know much about the world at large, what people were really like. Her stories had villains of course, but were ultimately foils for the protagonists to overcome. A hurdle to skirt around or step over, a problem for sure but not the main focus of her little mind narratives. Bad boys and antagonists could always been redeemed, there was always some good in there her characters could draw out. Loved heals, I can fix him vibes aplenty. She was as naive as she was soft, a sucker for happy endings and fluff. Angst and hurt and comfort were good, but ultimately she loved love. It was her thing, romance and sappiness, something she wanted to experience outside of her stories, if only she knew how.

She picked her way across the shore of the fjord, overturning stones and shells she found with a delicate flick of her paw. A sweet little ditty drifting from her maw, closer to a hum than a song with outright lyrics. It sounded pretty though, least she thought so.