Ichika couldn't very well retrace her steps fully, she wasn't about to risk Murkwater Bay. With everything that's happened it would be foolish, especially alone. Instead she walked herself into the garden and continued to walk it until she found a reasonably well-lit spot, likely around the entrance/outside. Somewhere she could find some of the flora that allowed her to remember the area by the bay where she'd come into contact with those iridescent moths with Tsugiharu all those days ago.

Sitting on a bench she curled up her legs and leaned onto her knees with her Densai. Pulling out the little stylus she looked around the garden and retraced the memory. How the butterflies fluttered and then.. she remembered. Digging into her bag she retrieved the holo-recorder she had saved the image on when it was shared with her.

Pulling it back up she reviewed it, how they looked.. how the scenery looked. It wasn't perfect but she recalled it well.. the way the air smelled, the taste of it on the tip of her tongue, how the breeze and winds felt against her skin. Exhilarating was the rush of riding aback the Otori, though even she took it carefully there and back.

Smiling brightly as she recalled this all too pleasant memory, escaped from the smell's trapped in the city, she put her stylus to the Densai and started crafting the words. For a long time she spent alone doing so, eventually, in the peace of this place it would be perfect.. completed at least.

LM 10 | Poetry [Awa], Haiku vs TN 25 (2 Called Raises): 8d10o10k4 35