Ribbons of colour moved across the underside of the cloud cover. They did not flow the way wind flowed. They moved the way light moved on the floor of a deep pool - drifting, curling, tracing slow arcs that began somewhere on the western horizon and travelled eastward slowly and quickly at the same time.
Hikari let out a small breath.
It was not a gasp. It was the involuntary exhalation of a body that had been holding something tight and was finally, just for a moment, releasing it.
Raizen looked at her. She was watching the sky with both eyes wide, staff still laid across her lap. Her hands, which had been resting on the staff nervously, had loosened. Her shoulders were down.
"This feels familiar," she whispered with a voice so quiet it was like she didn't want to disturb the sky.
"...You've seen the third day before, right?" Raizen didn't take his eyes off of her.
