More than anything, she does, but doubts nag at her, insidious and dark beneath the cheery smiles and positive attitude she works hard to present. She’d come here from another world that wasn’t her own, so it’s hard to trust that leaving this place would mean definitively returning to her own home. The Lunar Scientia people had told her that they didn’t know how the moonblessed had been rendered sterile, and in her limited understanding of science and magic she cannot begin to think that such a serious thing once done could be so simply undone.
But Sesshomaru says that... so what can she do?]
You’re right.
[She pulls a hand from the fabric to wipe at her eyes and stop the watering there from spilling into tears, a little hiccup of sound disguised with speech.]
It might just... work out.
[And like every world before this... She has no control over it at all. Just hope.]
You know, I actually have something for you... I was going to wait until that Firalia holiday, but since you’ve come all this way-
[Since if she doesn’t change the subject she won’t be able to keep smiling, Konoha lumbers to her feet again with a soft “one moment” before she disappears into the other room... and comes back with dryer eyes, two cups of tea... and a small, festive package that contained a crimson cord, thick and tasseled at the ends. Fit for the elegant, decorative knots used to belt a sword’s sheathe.]
no subject
More than anything, she does, but doubts nag at her, insidious and dark beneath the cheery smiles and positive attitude she works hard to present. She’d come here from another world that wasn’t her own, so it’s hard to trust that leaving this place would mean definitively returning to her own home. The Lunar Scientia people had told her that they didn’t know how the moonblessed had been rendered sterile, and in her limited understanding of science and magic she cannot begin to think that such a serious thing once done could be so simply undone.
But Sesshomaru says that... so what can she do?]
You’re right.
[She pulls a hand from the fabric to wipe at her eyes and stop the watering there from spilling into tears, a little hiccup of sound disguised with speech.]
It might just... work out.
[And like every world before this... She has no control over it at all. Just hope.]
You know, I actually have something for you... I was going to wait until that Firalia holiday, but since you’ve come all this way-
[Since if she doesn’t change the subject she won’t be able to keep smiling, Konoha lumbers to her feet again with a soft “one moment” before she disappears into the other room... and comes back with dryer eyes, two cups of tea... and a small, festive package that contained a crimson cord, thick and tasseled at the ends. Fit for the elegant, decorative knots used to belt a sword’s sheathe.]
This is for you... or, for Tenseiga?