She hated this day like no one had hated a day before.

…okay maybe except students and exams day, but that was an entirely different matter.

She was currently hiding in a tree. She vaguely hoped that would be the last place her pursuers would think of to find her, but she had no illusions. Every year they found Sagara, and every year she neared death.

It had been going on for very, very long, but every year she had the silly hope that she would escape. She never did. They had superior numbers, she was alone; they were determined to find her, and she was fleeing in horror.

She heard a sound, but too late- a clawed hand seized her by the arm and she was promptly yanked downwards.

Her predator landed gracefully and respectfully set the young-looking Nastika on the floor. Ah! if she wanted to be respectful, couldn't Riagara just quit this bad habits of hers, and take all the others with her?

But no, that was the one thing none of them would listen to her about.

It became sort of a contest other the years, and even unrelated folks would join the fun nowadays.

Pingara was there too, as well as Cloche and Clophe- The latter looked bored, the first seemed embarrassed while the second held a proud stance- she probably had been the one to find her.

Her doubts were confirmed when Riagara let her come first- a honor reserved to the one who ended the chase, no doubt. Sagara frantically looked around her, but she was surrounded, and she could not outrun the Rakshasa so easily anyway.

She sighed, defeated.

Cloche advanced toward her, taking something out of her pocket and handing it to her.

[Happy Mother's Day, Sagara-nim!]