A sea of dancing lights [Open]

[always_flow]

Characters:  Ginko and open~
Content:  There's more to the Norton Cloud then most people know, something Ginko wants to see for himself.
Setting:  All over the festival
Time:  Very very late night, sometime after the fighting tournament
Warnings:  Probably none
Notes: While Ginko is starting this log, feel free to do seperate threads. Just mark them so

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[lonely_youkai]

“Beautiful…” Yoko whispered in awe, walking towards the edge of the festival for a better view. It was lucky she’d decided to stay out later that night, rather than head back to the ship at a more reasonable time. She had only seen this occur once before, many decades ago. Even though her memory of the event was somewhat frayed, an event this amazing was near-impossible to forget completely. Happily, she picked up flower after flower, watching the strings float away from her again and again.

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Throughout the night Ginko had been easing the fears and surprise of the people of the festival who were seeing this for the first, and probably last time in their lives. But in one of the few times in his life he was the one completely speechless. He blinked his one good eye is shock, staring at the young woman he had spotted near-by.

Even though he had grown and changed, it seemed she had not. She was a demi-human, so this didn't really surprise him. But it was still oh so surreal.

"You..." He muttered, almost too soft for all but the sharpest ears to hear.

[lonely_youkai]

And Yoko's hearing was indeed very sharp. Ginko's voice was easy to hear when there were very few other people around. It was also for that reason that she turned towards the sound, the person could have been talking about...

...Her. No. This... this couldn't be real. The odds were stacked against them ever meeting again, this couldn't be happening. But there he was, so much older, fully grown by now. Because that's what people did, they grew, they changed, they didn't stay frozen in time the way she did.

Ginko. His name was Ginko and the resurfacing memories were starting to make things hurt. The kitsune remained where she was, frozen, a look of pain and sadness on her face.

Her other name was Nanashi, right?

[always_flow]

His first thought was to turn away, start walking and never stop. That look on her face mirrored the feeling in his gut, even if his own expression was neutral at best and bland at worst. She had hurt something in him he had been sure he had covered and healed even as a child. He was older now, he could see what would happen if he spoke to her again.

But Ginko's truest flaw was the inability to leave something alone until it burned him again and again. So instead he took a step, a trembling step.

"Please... don't run."

[gypsymothdance]

"... what's that?"

It was late, and she had considered calling it a day and heading back to the ship. But something glimmering in the moonlight, like a delicate strand of pure silver, had caught her eye. And now she found herself stopped in the middle of the street, gaping up at the sky.

She had never seen anything quite like it before. A mysterious and beautiful sight.

[always_flow]

Ginko had been about to explain again, though it never really bothered him to do so, but once he really looked at the girl talking he paused. He had a good mind for faces and names, so he knew, knew he had seen her before. But where?

"Excuse me... have we met?"

[gypsymothdance]

"Oh! Have we... ?" Jean said, turning her attention away from the mysterious silver strands to look at the mysterious silver-haired man who had approached her.

Now that he mentioned it, he looked faintly familiar. If not for their recent contact over the journals, she might not have remembered him at all. However, the recent reminiscing had freshened the memories in her mind: memories of a time long ago when a white-haired boy had joined their caravan for a period. Memories filled with mysterious yet strangely beautiful creatures...

"... Ginko!" Her expression lit up. "Do you remember? It's me, Jean!"

[always_flow]

The voice was what clicked it for him, and his face brightened with surprised joy. He smiled, trotting over to greet her properly. "Jean! Yes of course!"

Oh she had certainly grown, but he supposed he had too, even if he didn't really feel too different then he had those long misty days with the caravan, when he was still learning who he was.