[ mountain stock or no, konoha is still very fast, and alisaie is an athletic young girl but still she lags behind. given that she's focused on keeping up with konoha, alisaie does not notice at first that the village isn't growing any closer, but soon enough it becomes painfully obvious that the road is stretching on and on, and much of it looks.. familiar. that tree stump, for example; had they not passed it already? twice?
oh, no..
catching her breath, alisaie draws up to konoha at last by the time she's slowed to a stop, and she peers down toward the town that seems no closer than when they first arrived. her face falls, and she meets konoha's gaze, but she does not know what to say. if this is some foul trick of the rift, she cannot say how to remedy it..
if there is any remedying it at all. ]
I'm sorry, Konoha.
[ she says, softly, a crease in her brow as she looks to the village again, her heart sinking in her breast. sweet as she is, konoha does not deserve this. ]
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oh, no..
catching her breath, alisaie draws up to konoha at last by the time she's slowed to a stop, and she peers down toward the town that seems no closer than when they first arrived. her face falls, and she meets konoha's gaze, but she does not know what to say. if this is some foul trick of the rift, she cannot say how to remedy it..
if there is any remedying it at all. ]
I'm sorry, Konoha.
[ she says, softly, a crease in her brow as she looks to the village again, her heart sinking in her breast. sweet as she is, konoha does not deserve this. ]
Mayhaps this is.. all that we are allowed.