Setsuna threw herself behind a tree, breath coming in quick gasps, heart pounding like a drum. A twig snapped nearby and she froze, like a rabbit when it hears the hunter. Her legs shook as she struggled to stay still, fighting every instinct that told her to run.
"Gotcha!" Konoka leapt around the tree and grabbed Setsuna's arm. The swordsman laughed, letting out the breath she'd been holding.
"You don't usually yell 'Gotcha!' during training exercises, love." Her face turned red. "Oh, lord. I'm starting to talk like Kailor!" Konoka giggled.
"Kai-chan's funny. I can't believe you grew up with a guy like him and you're still all serious." The healer made a mad face and puffed her cheeks out, trying to look serious. Setsuna poked her.
"I don't look like that."
"Oh, you're right. I'm sorry." Konoka pulled her hair up to the left and puffed her cheeks out again. The half demon gave a mock gasp.
"How hurtful, Kono-chan!"
"Tell me some stories about when you were little, and I'll stop." Setsuna sighed.
"Alright. Meet me at the river in ten minutes and I'll tell you a few." She disappeared. Konoka blinked, then turned and raced for the river.
"Wait for me, Secchan!!"