Ginia works studiously at a table in the library, a small stack of patterned origami paper and a small box with a handful of paper cranes in front of her. Laika sleeps underneath the table, nose and paws twitching as she dreams.
A thousand cranes is a lot to fold, but there's no shortage of time in the village. It's a project as good as any, a nice way to keep her mind and hands occupied. A nice hobby too.
(She remembers the little animals left on her desk by Shinohara. The memory hurts as much as it makes her smile.)
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Ginia works studiously at a table in the library, a small stack of patterned origami paper and a small box with a handful of paper cranes in front of her. Laika sleeps underneath the table, nose and paws twitching as she dreams.
A thousand cranes is a lot to fold, but there's no shortage of time in the village. It's a project as good as any, a nice way to keep her mind and hands occupied. A nice hobby too.
(She remembers the little animals left on her desk by Shinohara. The memory hurts as much as it makes her smile.)
Fold. Crease. Fold.]