[The dream she woke from was one she had often. Of warm laughter and soft smiles. Of running in the garden and picking sage and rosemary with her sister. A sister the that she had before they were separated. Split from her like the runt in a kitten litter sent away to survive with someone else.
But before she can take her sister's hand so she isn't taken away again the dream shifts. The garden swallows her whole, and she has to climb out of it. Clawing and reaching. Panicked and teary eyed at more than just the loss of that dream. Because when her petite hand sprouts from the ground like a spring crocus heralding the end of winter, she can feel it. The loss of her ability to wield her magecraft. The very thing that has defined her life for the last 10 years.
Vash speaks, and suddenly her aimless grabbing at the soft earth shifts. Instead she grabs more solidly onto him to hoist the rest of her out of the ground. It might be rude, especially when he's already trying to help her, but Tohsaka felt like she needed something more sturdy than plush soil and slippery grass to do the job. She nearly climbs all over him to get out.
After a few throat-clearing coughs her chest heaves in an attempt to breath in fresh, open, air not from the underground.]
Bearing Fruit ⮞ B
But before she can take her sister's hand so she isn't taken away again the dream shifts. The garden swallows her whole, and she has to climb out of it. Clawing and reaching. Panicked and teary eyed at more than just the loss of that dream. Because when her petite hand sprouts from the ground like a spring crocus heralding the end of winter, she can feel it. The loss of her ability to wield her magecraft. The very thing that has defined her life for the last 10 years.
Vash speaks, and suddenly her aimless grabbing at the soft earth shifts. Instead she grabs more solidly onto him to hoist the rest of her out of the ground. It might be rude, especially when he's already trying to help her, but Tohsaka felt like she needed something more sturdy than plush soil and slippery grass to do the job. She nearly climbs all over him to get out.
After a few throat-clearing coughs her chest heaves in an attempt to breath in fresh, open, air not from the underground.]
Tch — you really call this "okay"?