A familiar prayer slip is nestled in some wildflowers, and it seems to quiver in delight as she approaches.
THE PAST IS A SECOND HEARTBEAT softly drumming inside each and everyone of us. some beat more rapidly than others, some grow fainter with each passing day but it is there and it is rich, nigh overflowing in fact. for a being such as she, the past clings onto the flaxen edges of her wild mane, smelling of clary sage and moss growing over oak. she remembers … but then she so easily forgets.
she could never quite forget him though.
tobi ? the name, yes, the name is a familiar sound which settles on the shores of her memory. she speaks it into existence and the visions come flooding back, of a time when all hope seemed lost, when the ash and soot of onigashima almost clouded her vision. quietly, paws amble across to where this thin, almost nimble slip of paper is tucked away. the smell is familiar. the feeling is familiar. how long as it been ?
amaterasu - ōmikami’s beastly lips pull into a smile.
is it really you, my eager little friend ?