[ When the next morning comes, Kokomi is for once nowhere to be found. Those who usually see her on her daily walks through the island settlements report that she hasn't been by as of yet— and yet all of those things she usually does are done already, with nary a thing out of place. In fact, the only person who has seen the priestess since the day began is the courier, who for his part is already back in his boat and out to sea.
And what a strange day he is having, for usually she does not greet him in person at her shores.
As it turns out, this morning Kokomi rose before the sun streaked over the horizon, completing her usual chores in the deep blue-grey light of pre-dawn, and then collecting the goods from the courier and taking them wherever they were needed. Only then did she retire to her secret base, the same place she sits now as her eyes skim over the magazine page for what feels like the hundredth time.
Based on the stories she's heard, it comes as little surprise that Ms. Hina's advice seems to have delved right to the core of the situation. What does surprise her, however, is the way the columnist seems to have stuck to the idea that Gorou harbors feelings for her. While her own letter spoke of surety, she knows— as she is sure someone as wise as Ms. Hina would— that nothing is certain. The first paragraph of the letter acknowledges that... and the rest throws said acknowledgement aside in favor of assuming Kokomi's correctness in regards to the matter.
That in and of itself is troublesome. After all, for as sure as she is, what if she is somehow wrong? She wrote of being concerned at the idea of hurting Gorou, but what if she has this whole thing backwards and she is the one who winds up hurt? Or, even worse than that, what if she tells him of the feelings that have plagued her, only for him to pledge himself to her out of duty, while still holding feelings for another? The possibilities are numerous, and she's starting to wonder if she did herself a favor by writing in to the magazine at all, or if she should have just sat on this in silence...
Kokomi puts one gloved hand to her head, her eyes closing against the migraine forming between her brows. ]
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And what a strange day he is having, for usually she does not greet him in person at her shores.
As it turns out, this morning Kokomi rose before the sun streaked over the horizon, completing her usual chores in the deep blue-grey light of pre-dawn, and then collecting the goods from the courier and taking them wherever they were needed. Only then did she retire to her secret base, the same place she sits now as her eyes skim over the magazine page for what feels like the hundredth time.
Based on the stories she's heard, it comes as little surprise that Ms. Hina's advice seems to have delved right to the core of the situation. What does surprise her, however, is the way the columnist seems to have stuck to the idea that Gorou harbors feelings for her. While her own letter spoke of surety, she knows— as she is sure someone as wise as Ms. Hina would— that nothing is certain. The first paragraph of the letter acknowledges that... and the rest throws said acknowledgement aside in favor of assuming Kokomi's correctness in regards to the matter.
That in and of itself is troublesome. After all, for as sure as she is, what if she is somehow wrong? She wrote of being concerned at the idea of hurting Gorou, but what if she has this whole thing backwards and she is the one who winds up hurt? Or, even worse than that, what if she tells him of the feelings that have plagued her, only for him to pledge himself to her out of duty, while still holding feelings for another? The possibilities are numerous, and she's starting to wonder if she did herself a favor by writing in to the magazine at all, or if she should have just sat on this in silence...
Kokomi puts one gloved hand to her head, her eyes closing against the migraine forming between her brows. ]