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Re: [AskFirst] Pilgrimage of 1000 Years ~ Better Late than N

PostPosted: 21 Sep 2013 03:06
by Shizuha Aki
Shizuha chuckled at Keine's thought. "If there is, then it'll probably remain undiscovered until they stick their noses into it. It's like those two are a giant spoon stirring the pot that is Gensokyo, and we get stirred and mixed together by them."

Then, to Mokou, she replied, "That is... an incredibly difficult question. One of my first memories as a goddess is the shock of finding out that humans and other youkai didn't embody nature in some way. And I don't want to do the whole 'like explaining color to a blind man' cliche." She sighed. "Look, you two most likely have magical powers of some kind, right? Just... imagine that instead of feeling at one with whatever your powers embody, being one with the trees, being able to hear their voices in the rustling of leaves."

She gave a rueful laugh. "That was a terrible explanation. That's probably why Keine's the teacher and I'm not."

Re: [AskFirst] Pilgrimage of 1000 Years ~ Better Late than N

PostPosted: 23 Sep 2013 19:04
by Fujiwara no Mokou
Shizuha's insight seemed quite reasonable. Mokou herself had not met many people in Gensokyo before that night when Kaguya's troublesome assassins, Reimu and Marisa among them, came to attack her. Since then it seemed that her life had become crowded indeed--even though, by normal reckoning, she was still a rather solitary person.

After the goddess' explanation, Mokou reflexively looked down at her palm, spreading her fingers a little. "Fire," she said, as much to herself as Shizuha. "The power is as much a part of me as any part of my body, I suppose. It's hard to imagine something so peaceful as the voices of trees," she said with rueful little laugh. "It's not much company though. Is it lonely, at your shrine? It doesn't seem to see many visitors."

She thought only after she said the last part that she realized that the number of people coming to pray at the shrine, if it indeed were few, might be something of a soft spot. She regretted being so tactless in her wording, and a certain self-consciousness came over her that Keine would certainly notice, but others could easily mistake for no different than her usual blank expression. She said nothing about it, hoping her thoughtlessness would not be noticed, and worrying that calling attention to it would only make the situation more awkward. She could be so dumb sometimes, the immortal chastised herself. She wasn't a barbarian... anymore.