Winds of Change
Asuka
03-02-2021, 07:36 PM
Asuka Omori It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop Akari was no fool, and quickly knew she was being watched. Soon, she would know by whom, and Asuka's throat tightened in the turmoil of emotions sloshing about her. To see her silver friend so close and unharmed filled her with such joy that tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She wanted nothing but to run to her side and embrace her, but her paws remained rooted to the ground in the shadows. Again, she tried to just whisper her friend's name but her lips remained silent, shimmering gaze stuck to the bright woman. Her chest quivered as she took in a breath, ears flattening when she heard Akari's voice. How she had missed her friend. She turned, attempting to spy Asuka within the brush, but Asuka had yet to move. Her lips pursed shut and she swallowed the lump in her throat, blinking back the stinging tears. Shame boiled in her chest and threatened to swell and overtake her joy; shame at what she was doing, who Asuka was now. Her claws flexed to dig into the dirt, steeling herself against the harsh, but true, emotion. Akari was right there calling to her, and Asuka must answer her. She took in a breath and forced a paw forward, then another, and soon she was halfway from the bush she had been hiding in. Dual-colored eyes soaked in her friend's features, tears welling up once more. "Akari," she whispered hoarsely, almost shivering in the raw emotions broiling within her. "You're alive." Their native tongue almost felt foreign to her, but she longed her hear Akari's voice once more. English Thinking Japanese |