Not in-depth precisely. I am of course aware she carries the climate of the stars the way you weave the immediacy of water, as natural as breathing.
( her words are measured with their steps, each imbued with a grace that for ayaka was learned and instilled with conscious care. these days, it does come as a sort of default behavior, but it wasn't always so. that her inclination even as a child was towards dance, perhaps helps; there is a gracefulness in that too, albeit one she fancies with more freedom than tea ceremonies or social constructs.
where they are now, wherever this is, however, she is already surmising such things will hardly be their primary concerns.
still...the soft tilt of her head is equal parts thoughtful and questioning. )
But I had believed this to be something special to the traveler. Her light is...
( ayaka trails off, the mildest of pinks in her expression. it is hard for her, despite her education and her endeavors, to describe the rather different experience of meeting and befriending the one whose family yet remains unfound. she tries not to think of the dance in the forest and then, thinking of it, unfolds her fan as a sort of absentminded thing to do. )
... well. I did not expect it to be something we, ourselves, would find in our abilities. Am I right to gather this was a miscalculation on my part?
( the answer is of course yes, but she hopes her brother has more to the explanation, gets the sense he is easing into it out of careful thought and courtesy both. her hand still on his arm, tightens only for a moment, as if to check that he is real. )
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( her words are measured with their steps, each imbued with a grace that for ayaka was learned and instilled with conscious care. these days, it does come as a sort of default behavior, but it wasn't always so. that her inclination even as a child was towards dance, perhaps helps; there is a gracefulness in that too, albeit one she fancies with more freedom than tea ceremonies or social constructs.
where they are now, wherever this is, however, she is already surmising such things will hardly be their primary concerns.
still...the soft tilt of her head is equal parts thoughtful and questioning. )
But I had believed this to be something special to the traveler. Her light is...
( ayaka trails off, the mildest of pinks in her expression. it is hard for her, despite her education and her endeavors, to describe the rather different experience of meeting and befriending the one whose family yet remains unfound. she tries not to think of the dance in the forest and then, thinking of it, unfolds her fan as a sort of absentminded thing to do. )
... well. I did not expect it to be something we, ourselves, would find in our abilities. Am I right to gather this was a miscalculation on my part?
( the answer is of course yes, but she hopes her brother has more to the explanation, gets the sense he is easing into it out of careful thought and courtesy both. her hand still on his arm, tightens only for a moment, as if to check that he is real. )