Sheena Fujibayashi
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Sheena would trek through a meadow with Corrine at her side, careful not to trample any of the various flowers of different shades under her feet. It was a nice day, with white puffs of cotton high overhead, once in a while covering the brilliantly shining orb of gold that lit the grass and flowers in magnificent shades as if everything lit with the sunlight was glittering.