...that's- [Surprise, surprise - the great Kazami Yuka rendered speechless.

She stared into her cup for a lingering moment before shifting her eyes towards the fire. She still remained uncharacteristically silent, though, a tiniest of frowns even appearing on her face, smile fading away as she tried to imagine the feeling.

The feeling of a flower, or a tree, that could do nothing but watch as everything around it gets trampled- She clicked her tongue, frustrated. She did not like unlocking memories of such feelings.]