Marmoris Kimyoumaru

During her search spanning over a year, Marmoris had been to most of Gensokyo's landscape. Running into enough hurdles eventually that interupted her work, at the advice of an oni above ground, she was referred to Former Hell below Gensokyo. With nothing to lose, curious, that was her next and final destination in her journey.

The oni admitted that the underground was known to be loud and chaotic, but if the tengu could treat it as white noise, it would make her feel at home. Surely enough, celebrations were held often no matter if the bitter winter cold persisted sometimes, or if hot spring steam warmed up the atmosphere. It was at least predictable enough to prepare for compared to Gensokyo's surface weather. Temporarily settling into an Inn to begin editing a heap of articles, Marmoris was able to get a lot of work done with the background noise of cheers and musical performances. When a certain Enenra's turn to be on stage came, it attracted Marmoris enough to move from her balcony down to the crowd below. Her voice was heavenly to her, smooth as the silk she wore, and as enchanting as the smoke she decorated the stage with.

It came to Marmoris that, although she started off searching for a lack of noise, she'd found a sound she wanted to hear. She never thought of herself as someone who'd fall in love at first sight, or to be enamoured at all, but all of a sudden Kemu was her type entirely. As if to confirm that it was worth it, she asked Kemu after her performance to show her around Former Hell, not yet knowing the layout. Agreeing, the Enenra gave her a tour but caught on to the tengu's preference of somewhere quieter than the crowds they started at. Curious, she asked what that was about, receiving a straightforward reply of "I just wanted to hear your voice." While it confused her, she found Marmoris to be an interesting character since their meeting. The pair spent the rest of the day together, becoming close enough as friends rather quickly, Marmoris subsequently checking out of her inn to continue her stay through Kemu's house. Even that was a spectacle, neat and filled wall to wall with paintings she had been gathering over the years. When asked if she'd ever been above, Kemu's lack of knowledge of the surface prompted Marmoris to invite her, wanting to show her more than the glimpses her painting collection displayed. Eventually meeting back and forth on the surface and underground, their friendship was short lived as they started dating and shared most of their time together.

Marmoris still wakes each day to get something done and be productive, receiving countless awards over the years for her contributions in the journalism industry, known to create incredible passages out of small works. While she doesn't think about it, her eye sight grows blurrier with time, likely needing glasses sooner or later. Kemu often laughs at her habitual squint, saying that if she didn't smile as often as she does, her resting face would simply be a glare.

She definitely feels that she's reached the end goal of her path by being established in the tengu society, yet she feels she's also accomplished her own goals beyond the bounds of her route. To see different lands and scenes is fulfilling in one's lifetime, but so is obtaining a soulmate to those who wish to seek one. Neither thing was planned or expected she thinks, but Marmoris enjoys the life thats unfolded before her. When she sees Kemu it's a refreshing break from her work after all. She's always attending her singing performances when there's a gathering, but even hearing her hum as they idle around is blissful.

Marmoris appreciates that Kemu celebrates her literary accomplishments with her, likewise content with what she achieves on her own whether its singing or something else. Early on, she'd notice that Kemu was insecure about touching things or unconsciously emitting smoke. Marmoris' fingertips and wings were already dark so she assured Kemu she could touch either, making the effort herself to hold Kemu's hand whenever she could. That gesture alone was considered the sweetest thing Marmoris had done, not that she's aware of it. Perhaps sharing so many years together has led Marmoris to personally think their relationship is mainly playful and relaxed like that of a happily married couple, but there's always a moment or two that they get butterflies.