Chapter 268: Mawkish
adj. characterized by sickly sentimentality; having a mildly sickening flavor.
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Kagome knew that her eyes must be rather large, but as she stared at the wall of hanging bows and arrows a part of her cried out. The bow represented so much to her, least of all her time in another era. Kagome had been to Suna's weapon shop and she hadn't seen any bows, or she might have saved up her money to buy one. But the Desert was not a place for wooden weapons.
"Would you like to try a bow out?" asked a kind voice from behind Kagome and Temari. Absently Kagome held out a hand to grip Temari's wrist. Temari had been more jumpy than usual, and Kagome had noticed that if she was surprised she would go for her weapon pouch and pull a weapon before anything.
"If you wouldn't mind," returned Kagome eagerly, missing the way that Temari tensed, her lips tugged into a sneer.
"Do you have a preference?" the shop girl questioned, her back to her customers to assess the wall of bows.
"A short bow, if you have one," Kagome said, a smile brightening her face. She did not think that she would ever miss the feel of a bow in her hands.
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