Between... || Closed RP
@pullofthebowstring
Hanae had gone from oddly absent to terribly present. Aika knew why, and while a part of her did not like feeling like Hanae was thinking out each move made between them during the journey to the Northern border, a part of her appreciated it. The more distance closed between her and the crags, more so herself and home, the more what conflict she felt grew.
It was growing hard to see the absence of Manami’s mistreatment and more so the destruction of what closeness they had shared. Was it really all that bad? Had she become so swept up in the opinions of outsiders that her vision of their relationship had become distorted. Hadn't they built a sandcastle together during the festival of salt while waiting for the crowds of Northern nobility within their home to thin for the evening? They watched the ships pass earlier in the day and discussed how their ancestors might have chosen to plunder them, what weaknesses they noticed upon first glance.
If their relationship was so dreadful could they have shared such peaceful moments?
The muscles within her arms had started to ache and burn with the extra effort and extended time she was placing into her forms. If she sat still there was more room for her mind to be active scouring through unanticipated twists and turns; practice was repetitive, comforting.
Out of the edge of her eyesight there was a thin flashing ribbon of green and the swordswoman brought her blade to meet it. Thud, thud; the severed pieces hit the ground quietly. Aika had a strong idea as to what she had felled before her eyes even cast down upon the wriggling halves of the harmless green tree snake. Bordering somewhere between apathy and mild curiosity she watched the back half slow to a twitch while the other continued to writhe.
