The twins adjusted the buckets as they made their way to the river. It had been a while since she'd received a rose, and though she'd been able to keep the shadows at bay, staying inside had put Kagome on edge, so Kagura suggested a walk.
"You could've done this by yourself," Kagome said.
"Maybe," her sister shrugged. "But then I would've had to listen to you talk to yourself for the rest of the day."
Kagome kicked a pebble, it bouncing a few times before disappearing into the grass. "Do you think he's alright?"
"Which one?"
She elbowed Kagura in the ribs. "The one with fur. The real one." No matter how vivid the dreams were or how often she had them, Kagome knew the difference between being with him and reality.
Reality was brighter, harsher, full of responsibilities and chores. It took work to exist in reality, so as much as she enjoyed the strolls with he-who-was-still-nameless, they couldn't be anything more than that.
Hence forcing herself to be outside.
"We should've brought our fishing gear," she said, switching the bucket to her other hand.
"I think it's too early for spawning," Kagura replied, "but maybe we could—" A scream broke the silence of the forest, and they were instantly on alert, looking towards the river. There were a few grunts and a splash, and Kagura heaved a sigh at the familiar voice. "What are the odds it's a frog?"