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[It's midnight, but it'll take her a minute to note this. There's a drawn-out yawn, and the grunting of someone doing their usual morning stretch. And in the dark, an outline of a woman appears, in the usual Luceti New Feather garb. She touches her cheek, confused, unable to really see the book in the blue hue of night.]

That was a good rest! Ah—b-but... oh. Oh dear, did I fall asleep doing chores again? That hasn't happened in a long time... [A shiver, as she hugs herself.] It's gotten so dark... and cold, too...

[She huffs in frustration, but the nervousness is rolling off her shoulders in waves]

Kaji? Kaaaji, can you hear me?! ...Ooooh, I can't believe I wandered this far out! I don't even recognize it at all!

...Wait a moment; what am I wearing? These definitely aren't mine—

[And straight to the wings soon after; she pulls on them and immediately regrets it, wincing aloud.]

W-w-what are these strange things!? Th—

AH, they're flapping!!

[With that outburst, she promptly trips backward on her own two feet, landing her bottom right on top of her journal.]

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Yeah, that's a good idea.

Try walking along with the flow, if you come to a river. I'll see if I can follow it to find you.

[She nods to herself, though she's been growing more worried over time. These 'wings', the sudden unfamiliar land, everything... She hugs the book close and paces on, though when she finally sees Ginko's outline in the dark, she's already proven she's not much for traveling a forest at night; the hem of her dress is a little wet and crumpled from a slip in the river.

At least she found it! She's proud of her nature skills, man.]

Ah... hello...?

Edited 2010-11-07 04:55 (UTC)

Hey. [Keen to the fact that not everyone can see in the dark-- he remember to light the lantern he's holding. It illuminates a wide ring around them as he notes the damp hem with some worry.]

Looks like you found your way. [a slight smile] Come on, the village is this way. [he tilts his head] You can get something warmer to wear, there. I didn't think of that...

[She just stares at him like a deer in the headlights—and doesn't budge an inch. It's easy to have second thoughts on following a stranger after just being told you were kidnapped for no real reason.

She was stuck... in a different world? How could she possibly believe that, though? She squints against the light, trembling faintly in the orange murk.]

Who are you...? Why am I here?

[a slight sigh-- but his look softens, and his voice is as warm and level as if they were having a perfectly normal conversation]

We met once --a long time ago, Sayo-san. My name is Ginko. [a brief pause, before adding what he thinks might be significant] I met your son, Kaji, as well.

I'm afraid there's a lot to explain. [book must have been talking. Hnnn. If he saw what Ceil had to say he'd be none too pleased.] I'd rather do it out of the cold somewhere.

Edited 2010-11-08 22:52 (UTC)

You've met Kaji?

[She looks down for a moment, thinking, fingers pressed to her lips in controlled worry. He was right, at least. Even if she was... in a different place, she couldn't stay out here, unless she was wanting to freeze to death.

Finally, she nods.]

I'm sorry... I forgot you, didn't I?

It's alright. [he smiles, holding the lantern up a little higher] I know all about that.

It was a long time ago, anyway.

[She brightens just a bit.]

I see—I still feel terrible for not knowing who you are... Kaji tries to refresh my memory on a lot of things, but they don't hold very well...

Don't worry about it [half to himself, as they begin walking]
-- so long as you're learning new things.

Oh yes! I've been learning a few things. I learned that Dango's my favorite food, and thanks to the extra money from the tea house, we've been getting it a lot—I even know how to make it now.

[Aaaa, random conversation is her favorite! |D]

Ohhh? [there's thoughts already turning and being considered under this stream of conversation-- and he adds] What is it like, the place where you live?

Oh, it's wonderful—there's a big lake nearby that my son ferries people on, and in the spring there are so many flowers you can smell them in the air; not to mention, a cherry tree by our house that is wonderful to sit under and admire the scenery with. And you should see the mountains when the sun comes up in the morning...

I'm very lucky, to have such a home.

[....it's a funny thing.

He wasn't expecting to find one of the myriad people he'd treated over time in this place-- and the sharp pang that comes with her words was just as unexpected.

He's been so disconnected... dying and coming back to strange life in this place... that a feeling of un-realness had almost settled around him. But this sudden, disjointed familiarity reminds him forcefully of the place he's been pulled out of. Its realness.

-- it's only just now that he realizes how much he'd been missing that world. And recognizes that the feeling is one he's going to be forced to share. His voice is quiet when he replies-]

It sounds beautiful.

[She stops in her walk, the nostalgic smile slowly melting away. And she puts her hands over her eyes, trying not to show why her shoulders were shaking beyond the cold.]

Yes... it's... it's very nice...

[She's quiet for a moment, and then—]

...They said we're all kidnapped and trapped here.

[he pauses in his steps, and glances back at her-- face unreadable. Then he walks back to stand next to her. He's already decided what to do about this.]

-- yes. That is the truth, so far as we know.

[pause-- and he cuts to the most important thing, in his level manner] Your son probably won't even know you're gone-- not even for a brief moment. Time doesn't pass in our own worlds, the way it does in this one.

[She slowly looks up, hands clutched in front of her.]

So... He won't be alone, right? He's not alone?

No. [his tone is firm and he doesn't qualify it, the way he usually would-- even if unflinching honestly still adds the--] It's very unlikely, from everything that we know, that time is even passing there as it passes here. So he wouldn't be alone.

[She looks down, a small smile at her lips.]

...Then... I'll just work hard, until I can go back. If he's okay, then I'll be okay.

[You know, he's told your story to more than one person. And this is exactly why.]

That's the spirit. [with a smile, even though there's an underlying distress that won't soon fade] Come on, we aren't far now. [the lights are indeed visible, through the trees. He's already decided to make for the clothing store, before anything]

[She stumbles along after him, looking around in the dark curiously. The lights in the distance are relieving, at least, considering how chilly it was.

And Ginko had the right thoughts, because she spoke up]

I don't suppose they have any clothes I could have—well, I prefer kimono, but... if there's not any choice, these aren't too bad.

Oi, oi-- there's certainly more to choose from than that. You'll probably find some of your own clothes there. This place has an odd way of doing that.

[as they finally ease through the outskirts of the forest, to the center of the town itself]

[Sayo finally pauses in the middle of the town and looks around.]

The buildings seem so unique and new... This isn't at all what a village of kidnapped people looked like, in my mind...

[It looks so nice! |D]

[a faint snort] It's true-- to be honest, this is an improvement to some worlds, in it's way. The housing and food-- everything is free.

This way.

[he ducks inside the building. He has a few things to pick up himself-- and an idea.]

[She follows, albeit drawn to the random sights around her like a kid in a toy store. Some of these things—they're just so very surprising to see. And goodness, to have all of this strange new stuff for free! It almost feels unfair to the natural way of villages. Not even a bartering?

But she leans a little, looking at Ginko's hair. Sanji was right: his hair was just as interesting as the chef's. And then she recalled what he said—]

Ginko-san, you're a mushishi, right...? A man named Sanji told me.

[A curious pause, while she scoops up the facts.]

You're the one who told me about my condition, aren't you?

[he blinks, then smiles] Yeah, that's right.

Your son sent for me-- it was a few years ago, for me at least. [a pause, as he collects what he was looking for] To be honest, I'm curious to see what will happen to that mushi in this place.

...There are no mushi, here.

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