Happy Life
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How is this possible? She was the Mole Queen...
Shrugging her shoulders and with a downcast face, covering her eyes, Myco recalled the features of her appearance, the nuances of her voice and gestures, even the clothes she wore – surprisingly, all these things came to mind very easily, despite the fleeting nature and the considerable time that had passed since their last meeting.
Ayko still had to enchant a great many things, play "lunke" with a special children's stick, plant an apple tree in the territory of Carneola, listen to other people's stories and tell her own adventures, organize many feasts, provide for a huge number of those in need, and finally become the Minister of Economy... At what point did everything go wrong?
Ayano's hand rested on the gohei case hanging on her belt and squeezed it until her knuckles turned white. Kneeling down and turning her gaze towards Kamimori, she chants a very long Nihon norito – and only the memorized timbre of this address to the higher powers, learned over decades, prevents a tremor from creeping into her voice.
In her prayer, she asks Kami to accept this unfortunate soul into its ranks or to help her return to the universal cycle for rebirth, if that is her desire and she does not hold a grudge against the world and the harsh circumstances in which she met her demise.
Having finished with this sad task and remaining silent for a moment, she rises to her feet and directs her gaze back at the den: at first glance, it may seem that it is colored with an accusatory emotion, but this is only a play of light – in reality, the gloomy priestly face expresses only sympathy with the necessary degree of acceptance.
- ...and who is in charge now? Do I need to inform someone, or...? - she doesn't finish the sentence, as these mundane words sound so out of place now. - ...And I think that Tamaris-dono should be brought here. Their headquarters is not the place for such an event. And besides, after the procedure, he will need help.
Shrugging her shoulders and with a downcast face, covering her eyes, Myco recalled the features of her appearance, the nuances of her voice and gestures, even the clothes she wore – surprisingly, all these things came to mind very easily, despite the fleeting nature and the considerable time that had passed since their last meeting.
Ayko still had to enchant a great many things, play "lunke" with a special children's stick, plant an apple tree in the territory of Carneola, listen to other people's stories and tell her own adventures, organize many feasts, provide for a huge number of those in need, and finally become the Minister of Economy... At what point did everything go wrong?
Ayano's hand rested on the gohei case hanging on her belt and squeezed it until her knuckles turned white. Kneeling down and turning her gaze towards Kamimori, she chants a very long Nihon norito – and only the memorized timbre of this address to the higher powers, learned over decades, prevents a tremor from creeping into her voice.
In her prayer, she asks Kami to accept this unfortunate soul into its ranks or to help her return to the universal cycle for rebirth, if that is her desire and she does not hold a grudge against the world and the harsh circumstances in which she met her demise.
Having finished with this sad task and remaining silent for a moment, she rises to her feet and directs her gaze back at the den: at first glance, it may seem that it is colored with an accusatory emotion, but this is only a play of light – in reality, the gloomy priestly face expresses only sympathy with the necessary degree of acceptance.
- ...and who is in charge now? Do I need to inform someone, or...? - she doesn't finish the sentence, as these mundane words sound so out of place now. - ...And I think that Tamaris-dono should be brought here. Their headquarters is not the place for such an event. And besides, after the procedure, he will need help.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
