[She nods only too eagerly, relieved that she’s not in any trouble. Though she knows Shirotsuki is seldom cross with her, it’s one of those ingrained responses that she still has yet to shed entirely.
It does not, however, distract her entirely from the little pile of petals, especially once they’ve been scattered on the ground. She gives a soft gasp of concern.]
Oh no, they fell!
[And, in her eagerness to help, she hurries to go help gather them up… Only to pause right as she settles on her knees, staring at the images playing out over them.]
--Huh…?
[She knows, of course, what these petals are known to do. The fact that her Master’s memories have been captured on them is common sense, really. But there’s someone pictured in them, someone she doesn’t recognize at all despite the green robes…]
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It does not, however, distract her entirely from the little pile of petals, especially once they’ve been scattered on the ground. She gives a soft gasp of concern.]
Oh no, they fell!
[And, in her eagerness to help, she hurries to go help gather them up… Only to pause right as she settles on her knees, staring at the images playing out over them.]
--Huh…?
[She knows, of course, what these petals are known to do. The fact that her Master’s memories have been captured on them is common sense, really. But there’s someone pictured in them, someone she doesn’t recognize at all despite the green robes…]
Who is…?