*A small falling cherry blossom appears from the ceiling. Then another. Then another. A beautiful if not elegant shower of flower petals fall from the sky and land gracefully onto the shining hardwood floor of the Inn.*
*The gentle scent of flowers overwhelm the sense of smell of those within the Inn; the amount of petals block the sight; their sweet textures affect the taste; their massive fluttering block hearing; the sheer numbers ruin the ability to touch.
Suddenly among the madness of flowers, a violet-haired man emerges from the eye of the petal shower and slams onto the ground, landing on his feet. The petals whirl around him in a gentle circle and land to the floor.
The violet-haired man looks around, true to his belief, the Christmas cheer still remains inside the Inn. Unfortunately, he does not feel the true holiday cheer, as his miracle did not appear today. The diamond-encrusted collar remained wrapped wround his gloved hand, apparently tightened and tightened, almost reducing all amounts of bloodflow to himself. She did not appear, much to his dismay.*
