Amai held her left arm with her right. She was feeling a little embarrassed, being called a slowpoke. She felt as though she had gotten there in a reasonable amount of time, and yet her sister was already there, already ready, and already poking at her timely attendance. This brought back some memories of their past together, and she nearly felt herself drift into the nostalgic happenings of their early youth. It was quite the time; memories of the youth before that incident were quite sweet to recall. She would want to remember them more often in the coming days, especially to give Arisa a chance to reconnect as loving sisters.
In that moment, though, the younger sister would puff out her cheeks and turn her head in a pout. Amai knew Arisa was teasing her, and yet she couldn’t help but play along. It was moreso like a normal sisterly relationship, and it made her warm in the chest. She was hiding a smile with her pouting front, and it wouldn’t have been too hard for Arisa to determine its fallacy.
Talk of the tournament soon arose, and Amai welcomed it with open arms to end the awkwardness of her flustered act. She personally didn’t see anything, but she had heard the results. It was a pleasant surprise to hear that Arisa had participated and that she had made it to the semi-finals, no less, losing to the eventual winner… that man. After digging a little bit, she had found that she had met him once at the library. This caused a flustered sigh, true emotion this time. She had seen him once, but she had this nagging feeling that there would be more times for them to meet. He seemed the persistent type, at least, but she did not want to worry her sister. After all, they were going far far away, and they would not meet him anytime soon.
“I heard you made the semi-finals of the tournament. That’s really impressive, Ari-Nee.”
Amai continued walking with her older sister. This was kinda nice, traveling so much with her. Sure, it wasn’t exactly what she had wanted it to be, but they were talking. They were conversing and existing together. It was calm. Things were progressing as any normal day for any normal pair of sister, any normal family.
Maybe there really was hope for them to be a family again.
Amai hid her smile once more as they approached a fruit stand. She was quite partial toward fruit, and she loved the fruit-flavored lollipops, even if they were artificial in their flavoring. Magic allowed them to be even closer in taste to the real thing, which was a truly wonderful thing for the taste buds. She was tasting fruit on a near-constant basis, which allowed her to nod, that smile escaping as she took a couple grapes in tandem, eating and walking with her sister. Her mind would wander as things became quiet. The past, the present, and the future all flowed through her mind. Would things continue to be this “normal” between them?
Time usually gave the right answers.
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{ 740 / 700 }
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