“ Oh...” a gentle murmur of awe, like an echo on the breeze that is there and gone in an instant. fingertips reach out, slow in their approach as they come to a halt to hover above flowers gently swaying in the night breeze. she wants to touch them, wishes to dearly do so. but there is the dilemma: will her fingers simply pass right through them? they appear to be normal, yet they are not, for the ghost had witnessed the other before her simply create them out of thin air. it was truly a sight to behold, never seen by her in her own lifetime. but the show feels familiar. as if she knows of someone who can do something similar.
how strange is that? a nagging feeling, it’s something gently placed to the side as her hand lowers to retreat back underneath her cape. lips curve into a small smile, gaze lifting to focus on the other.
" I’ve never seen someone do that before. You are quite talented, miss. May I ask how you are able to do that? “ curiosity, simply. she knows she cannot do it herself, but Ritsuka has always had an insatiable curiosity for less than munande things.
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