The dream was so unlike what she'd experienced before that Kagome divulged the entire thing to both Kagura and their mother as she constantly moved around the kitchen, trying to stave off the sensation of being stuck to the ground.
"It sounds like an omen," Kagura said, tabbing her fan on the table. "A bad one."
"Like a vision?" Kagome asked. "But I've never had one of those before. I don't even do fortune telling."
"Perhaps something has triggered your powers," Emiko said, putting her hands on Kagome's shoulders and forcing her to sit down. "You've been experiencing fluctuations as it is."
She shook her head, goosebumps roughening her skin as she rubbed her arms. "This felt different, Mama. Like there was something else there. I've always felt safe when he shows up." A blush darkened her cheeks, and she avoided their gaze. Kagura could make all the comments she wanted, but discussing someone she'd been dreaming about with her mother was a little different.
"This is the mystery man with silver hair?" Emiko asked, giving her a cheeky smile.
"He get naked yet?"
"Kagura!"
"What? You're the one who said you knew it was a dream. Doesn't that mean you can control it?"
Kagome opened her mouth to blast her sister, then frowned. Kagura was right, she was aware she was dreaming, so why hadn't she tried to take control? She'd been fine with being dragged around from the start, mind still reeling from the vision that was him.
Would things change if she was the one to decide their direction—their fate?