How nice; a young version of Hanna.

ひさし振りに落書き。
マルセイユ、8歳の夏。有り余るその力が誰のためにあるのか、何を成せるのか。彼女はまだしらない
そんなマルセイユの前に、一羽の老鷲が現れる。まっすぐにマルセイユを見つめるその瞳は、何かを伝えたがって･･･｢この鳥なにガン飛ばしとんじゃー！羽根毟ってやろうか！」「ギャー」というのはまた別のエピソードである

I haven't doodled like this in a while.

Marseilles, age 8, during the summer. For whom did her excessive powers exist? What would they bring? She didn't know yet.

Suddenly, an aged eagle appeared before her. Its old eyes, staring directly at her, seemed like they were trying to say something... "Wow, this bird's really glaring at me! Maybe I'd better pluck one of its feathers!" "Gyaaaa!" But that's a story for another time.