The story starts with a broken heart, some drama the last monday in a farce, sadness continued and went on down, friendships were lost, some were drowned; in tears they were, some at the bar, the cafe we call it, although not far. Our story starts with a sweet miqo'te, one who was saddened to no one's glee... The monday before, 4 days or so, the spirits were dimmed from what once glowed; the mother and father of said miqo'te, planned a party so you see. With 3 days to plan and one day to do, we are unsure of who, really waited the most; if the dear knew about it to gloat. So we hid, in a closet so deep. So we hid, while some went sleep. So we hid, and on we went, for an hour, for which to no gods did we repent. In the bars closet, in the cafe's soul, we waited with one single goal... a bright festivity, and so you know, we waited for the cute miqo'te to go. Her friends and family brought her to a bar, somewhere else to let us go far. Distract her from her current worries, we on the other end were in a flurry. Some fell, could not make it to our sight, some arrived, to everyone's delight. The sound came like an ongoing light, as the crowd arrived and the party could take flight. Delayed by 10 minutes! Delayed by 20! Perhaps the miqo'te won't see! a raffle! winner at that! oh so we waited for the hat... to drop!

Footsteps... I can hear footsteps... someone is coming, hark? who is this I hear?? Footsteps, heavenly footsteps, our hearts clenched and leapt! The sliding doors opened, but a faint motion, it was another of our few... footsteps, nothing new, who would come next onto... OH! it was the one we were waiting for, completely caught off guard once more, a gasp! a shout of surprise, a loud quack! and a sigh; Our surprise, but all dashed, our distractions, but all hashed, our hiding, it went away, and so we say. We hope you have a good day! To those who read and those who not, nought be put down your spirits, nought let them rot, to those who read this I wish a good day, but a small lantern, to blow you all away. Although our surprise does not linger, nor did it show its fingers, decorated by the finest flow, we are happy, to see you glow, be happy; like so.

We care about you though...