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The early morning light rose across the horizon of Mauville, though sole inhabitant inside of one of Mauville's finest bakeries had already begun to set up the current offerings for today. Usagi had been erasing the previous days' orders and such from the blackboard above the counter. Caramel was sweeping and cleaning the guest area as Sherbert the Milcery hovered over by the many ovens in use, keeping a watchful eye on the baked goods present. "Careful, Sherry. Last time you got too close, I had to spend 2 hours making enough cream for your to keep solid again." By the time that the morning rush had come, Usagi had already completed the initial batch of breakfast pastries and such. [break][break]

Regulars came and went, with all the conversations that one would expect. Usagi greeted each and every one with their usual orders. Pleasantries aside, it was a comfortable, stable life so far. The frantic, busy woman who had once been at the top of the Kanton Refuge Alliance had long since mellowed out to enjoy the benefits of a quieter career. A part of her had grown somewhat bored of a life at times, but it was a nice problem to have, considering where she had been during the intial wave of Kanton refugees. [break][break]

During one of the slower parts of the day, while working on finishing packing the next mixed berry pie in the oven, Usagi's eyes went up to the shelf above her, staring at the many trinkets above them. The most prominent being a framed picture of herself and a little boy beside her, bearing an incredible resemblance to her. Her little bundle of joy was nice and far away from this conflict, residing at his grandparents' for the time being off in Unova. She would have followed had she the money or ability to. Besides the bakery, her work helping her previous workplace made it rather important she be present at times. Still, Usagi let out a sigh as she missed her dear child. [break][break]

The woman continued to go about her day while beside the framed portrait was a strange, clay-like statue that rested beside it. Roughly the size of a carton of milk, it was shaped akin to a deformed, humanoid figure bearing the armor of a warrior. The details were intricate and made with precise hand of an artisian, as had been given as a gift to her from one of the elderly couples she had help find a new life in Hoenn during her tenure as the head of the K.R.A. The husband, who had regularly ventured into some kind of world beyond Hoenn, had found such beautiful earth to form the statue and began to sell them. Usagi had always been unnerved by it, but held onto it as a reminder of what her work was for. [break][break]

Although from time to time, she could have sworn she heard a strange voice coming from inside of it when closing during the night. [break][break]

It was the beginning of the afternoon when the business was booming once again. Usagi had finished cleaning up after working on another order of scones for her avian friend to deliver when the door opened again. The mother hurried back to the storefront with a smile at the woman walking inside. "Good afternoon! How may I help you, miss?"

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