by Katsumi Kurahasa Wed May 08, 2019 11:06 am
Midori was worried for a moment, thinking that she might have made a mistake considering that the little girl initially began to panic, but soon it settled into something she was very familiar with. When she was very young, before she really started to gain control over her emotions and before she started making a name for herself in the Ryuutei, she had often vanished for hours a day to find a place that no one could find her to be able to cry and mourn for her parents; the mother who had been killed before her eyes, and the father that left to avenge her, leaving her alone with her emotions without an outlet.
She had cried her heart out, just like this girl was doing now.
Midori also knew how painful holding those emotions in could be; she still did it now, but that was for wholly different reasons, and she did vent them the proper way. This girl, without the proper guidance, had found something that had worked at the time, and had the nice side-effect of being a useful skill, but was bad for her overall. No one could be constant sunshine and rainbows, no matter how optimistic they were, as all emotions had to have free range, even if one was stronger than the others.
Once the sobbing was finished, and she was trying to get herself together, Midori slowly released the little girl, and then wondered what had brought her to act that way. Perhaps she was more emotionally attached because the youngling was a reflection of how Midori herself could have turned out to be? And she knew that this was something that would have soothed her, and thus, worked for Genkai.
“I will give you purpose. You are coming back with me.” It wasn’t a question, and there was no asking permission; it was happening, and that was all there was to it. Still allowing the little girl to sit in her lap, she reached over and grabbed the well cooked rabbit, handing one of the sticks to Genkai to eat much like a kebab. She didn’t need to understand it, as it would be explained once they got home, but Midori wouldn’t let her live another moment alone like this.
Not if she was still breathing.
Grabbing her own part of the rabbit, the green haired girl ate quickly, looking around and thinking about how she was going to handle the next phase of this journey; getting home, and not being empty handed. She had told them she was going out for a hunt, and she doubted highly that the single rabbit would be enough to sustain them the entire journey home. They would hunt on the way, look for targets of opportunity, but home they would go.