[Ten years... if it was here, Konoha feels like it would seem an eternity but back home... oh, how time flew. Was it flying by even now, without her? Were the elderly couple who had taken her in as their daughter growing older and frailer without her, worrying what had happened to her? Was it parallel worlds, like some people said, and out there some Gonta was happy with some Konoha that wasn’t even her?
She doesn’t know. She tries not to think about it, really, because she knows she’s not educated enough, not creative enough, to really get a grasp on the various theories that exist about whether they’ll get home, whether they’ll remember Lunatia, whether they’ll return to the exact moment they left or not...
She just keeps pinning. And noticed Rey staring at one of her cuter kimono, a rose pink with a bit of a gradient and a single hemp leaf pattern in patches here and there.]
... people in your world don’t dress like where I’m from, right?
[It seems like a better topic, as she casually just... starts pulling a long strip of loincloth gradually out of the tangle of the freshly washed pile.]
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She doesn’t know. She tries not to think about it, really, because she knows she’s not educated enough, not creative enough, to really get a grasp on the various theories that exist about whether they’ll get home, whether they’ll remember Lunatia, whether they’ll return to the exact moment they left or not...
She just keeps pinning. And noticed Rey staring at one of her cuter kimono, a rose pink with a bit of a gradient and a single hemp leaf pattern in patches here and there.]
... people in your world don’t dress like where I’m from, right?
[It seems like a better topic, as she casually just... starts pulling a long strip of loincloth gradually out of the tangle of the freshly washed pile.]