Beginning note: I don't own Spirited Away, I'm not making any money off it, and this is all for the funzys.
Ablution - A ceremonial act of washing parts of the body or sacred containers
Affiliation
When they came shooting from the tunnel, twisting around in midair to try and choose a course, No-Face was awaiting them, pointing down one of the pathways before vanishing back into the walls, and they wasted no time in following it.
It was moments like these -riding upon the back of a dragon who was slowly loosing himself to becoming a demon as they tried to find a way to freedom- that Chihiro questioned the meaning of her life. Questioned why she was chosen for this path; for an affiliation with spirits and ghouls. For a lifetime of straddling the line between mortal and not.
She questioned what about her was so special that she was continually chosen to see a world that others could only dream about.
But as she clung to the river spirit, fingers grasping his antlers and body pressed fit to his back as he flew them toward the inevitable end, fighting so fiercely for the dream of a life, together, she realized the answers didn't matter so much as the opportunity to ask the question in the first place.
At least she had this, this moment, to even ask at all. At least this was the life she got to live.
Note: So I'm going to be attempting to do Camp NaNoWriMo in June. I think I might just have lost my mind. But you should come join me; It'll be fun. http: / campnanowrimo . org (remove the spaces) You can find me under velvet_sometimes, and I'd be happy to talk with, or help out, anyone who shoots me a message. ^^