Day 47: Greenhouse (2nd Shift)
Why couldn't she get it out of her mind? It was a stupid white dress. So what if it was visual evidence that she was a princess? It should not be bothering her this much. It was a just a dress
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It wasn’t even noon yet. Hours to go until sunset.
There was no purpose in mothering flowers with the other women, but the greenhouse was another area she had yet to see, and so she went. The prospect of being in close quarters with Kagura didn’t deter her.
Her nurse was trying to encourage Yomi’s interest in something--as though throwing herself in the idle things the hospital offered would solve all her problems. Different flowers and vegetables were presented to her one by one to Yomi’s deaf ears. Truthfully, she knew how to garden, from pieces of a past life. Her past life. If there was something similar in Yoshiko’s, Yomi didn’t dig for it. Instead, she pulled a little potted plant towards her and plucked a dead leaf from it with an air of simple content.
Sometimes it was like turning tricks for a child--a child more empty-headed than one like Albedo or Nigredo, that was. The nurse saw that she was entertaining herself and retreated to the sidelines, leaving Yomi alone.
Yomi crunched the leaf between thumb and forefinger, peering at the others from beneath her bangs.
It’d been likely that Kagura would’ve been with them, but she wasn’t there. Hers was a problematic presence, but Yomi couldn’t spend her time running from her like a pup from a full grown fox. If she wanted to survive (and other things), she only had to hold her ground. Yomi saw now that Kagura wouldn’t move against her without an explicit reason--it was the saving that was the troublesome part. Despite the call of power to power, even the sesshouseki felt there was something amiss in returning to a being that was apparently already whole in another world. It’d be far better just to kill the vessel and let that being out than have the sesshouseki be taken from her…
Exhaling, Yomi let the remains of the leaf go, watching it fall to the ground beside her foot. If she could. Until things were more certain, and she could be sure, she wouldn’t have Kagura slip glass beneath her feet. Nothing would, not past choices, future ghosts, or unfeasible lives.
She was planning to be too busy for that.
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