♕–;
The Southerner shook her head swiftly almost eager at the chance to interact. Spending time with peers proved to be fleeting and precious so she valued it despite its brevity. “It’s alright,” she reassured the other girl as her brow knit in concern. Her voice had often been lost in the shuffle among her brothers and father so she was familiar with repeating herself. “I think it’s good to express oneself. It isn’t healthy to keep it all inside, right?” or so said the girl that bottled up every negative emotion possible.
❝Ahaha, you’re right about that! Nothing good ever comes of keeping it all inside. Sooner or later, you’re liable to explode.❞ Not that she was really one to talk, either. Kagome was…an old hand at ranting and speaking on and on without pause, but there was just as much that she refused to share with anyone. Even Sango didn’t quite get the full run-down of every single thought that passed through her mind, and THAT was saying something. ❝If you’re sure – I could use an ear. I mean, not a physical ear; a metaphorical one!❞
This was a question that had indeed plagued her, on occasion. It was a little difficult not to think about such things, when others kept throwing up the ‘facts’ into a person’s face. ‘Reincarnation’ this, ‘destiny’ that – Things definitely became a little confusing when you’re suddenly sucked into a well and drawn into the past.
❝I’m not sure. I think…maybe it’s possible. Sometimes, it definitely seems as if fate,or the kamis (maybe even both )decide these things before we’re even born.❞ After all, it couldn’t be some strange coincidence that Kagome just happened to be born into the family that cared for quite possibly the only magical well left in all of Japan that happened to double as a link to the Feudal Era – No coincidence that she could practically pass as a body double to Kikyo, or that she happened to meet Inuyasha. None of the things that had happened since her 15th birthday could convince her that the universe hadn’t conspired with whatever power was out there to bring all those events about; it was too not planned to not have been planned. Or something. ❝A part of me kinda hopes that’s so. That no matter where ( no matter when) we’re born, we’ll always meet again. You know? Ahaha, I’m sorry; that sounds a little silly, right?❞
♕–; Something about the maiden peaked the little queen’s interest. Or maybe it was merely because she seemed so ordinary like any other girl in Japan. Though Saya knew better than anyone that the extraordinary bloomed from humble vessels. So when addressed Saya covered up her mouth, “Oh!” She apologized. “S-sorry, I just?” envied other girls? “I kinda got lost in thought there for a minute.”
❝No, no, it’s perfectly alright! It’s kind of my fault; I just spoke without thinking.❞ Truthfully, she had turned to address the nearest person, lost in thought, herself. Maybe I should pay more attention next time… ❝I didn’t mean to bother you, really! It’s a bad habit of mine to just say…whatever, when I think it, regardless of company. In fact, I’m kinda used to being ignored. But since you’re here –❞
