Despite having only been around the young inuzuka for a short time, her demeanor had changed drastically by the post-meal of their evening. While that may only remain for the duration of their time together, it was a glimpse to the type of person Yume could eventually become, one hungry for knowledge and willing to seek it out; even if this time it was just a matter of asking Uri, but in the future it could mean so much more. A new pathway was set before her and he destiny had been laid on a different track.
"Ge-La-To."<i></i> He said aloud, a finger raised in the air as he corrected his companion, "But yes, it is quite delicious."<i></i>
The enthusiasm she shared now was of a child's quality; energetic and longing to experience more. If everyone lived life like that then they would never have a regret, never be left wondering. Yume continued on talking as if she were speaking with a girlfriend over at a sleep over, letting loose whatever came to mind at the time. It was clear she was enjoying herself and that was good. The stresses of daily life could weigh heavily on those who seek to help others. This way those thoughts wouldn't burden her until she had to deal with them once more, tomorrow morning at the construction site.
They arrived in short order, the time from their walk vanishing in rapt conversation. As Yume opened the doorway into the parlor, it was like a magical portal materializing to a land of sugar and cream and delight.
For a moment Uri just stood their and stared, mesmerized.
The greeting from the shop-owner disturbed him long enough for him to snap back to his senses. Following behind the med-nin and her fox, he relished the chill in the air and the sweet scent lingering about the store. When the two began their exchange, Uri sat there with a look of mild curiosity. The woman behind the counter he knew, but he couldn't place from where. Lots of faces filtered through his mind as he reviewed his childhood in Sunagakure. As Yume introduced them to one another, everything clicked into place when Obana's name was mentioned. The older woman slowly made her way from behind the display case and gave Uri a once over. The whole time Uri wore a fond, bright smile. She embraced him without speaking a word.
"It's been too long, Oba. You insult me, thinking that I would forget you."<i></i>
Uri used the hold she had on him to pull her back into another hug, lifting her feet from the ground. The moment wasn't a long one, but a powerful one.
"Yume-chan, believe it or not, this is my Auntie too. Her husband used to work with my father when I was younger. Oba used to look after me when I was but a wee lad. In those days, however, I used to come up to her waist."<i></i> He turned back to his self-proclaimed Aunt, "Is this what you got up to when we got down here, Oba? Had I been less busy with my family's business, I would have visited frequently."<i></i>
The important tidbit of information Uri hadn't mentioned is that both Obana's husband and Uri's father both died due to the move underground, a place she regarded as her one and only home.
"Ge-La-To."<i></i> He said aloud, a finger raised in the air as he corrected his companion, "But yes, it is quite delicious."<i></i>
The enthusiasm she shared now was of a child's quality; energetic and longing to experience more. If everyone lived life like that then they would never have a regret, never be left wondering. Yume continued on talking as if she were speaking with a girlfriend over at a sleep over, letting loose whatever came to mind at the time. It was clear she was enjoying herself and that was good. The stresses of daily life could weigh heavily on those who seek to help others. This way those thoughts wouldn't burden her until she had to deal with them once more, tomorrow morning at the construction site.
They arrived in short order, the time from their walk vanishing in rapt conversation. As Yume opened the doorway into the parlor, it was like a magical portal materializing to a land of sugar and cream and delight.
For a moment Uri just stood their and stared, mesmerized.
The greeting from the shop-owner disturbed him long enough for him to snap back to his senses. Following behind the med-nin and her fox, he relished the chill in the air and the sweet scent lingering about the store. When the two began their exchange, Uri sat there with a look of mild curiosity. The woman behind the counter he knew, but he couldn't place from where. Lots of faces filtered through his mind as he reviewed his childhood in Sunagakure. As Yume introduced them to one another, everything clicked into place when Obana's name was mentioned. The older woman slowly made her way from behind the display case and gave Uri a once over. The whole time Uri wore a fond, bright smile. She embraced him without speaking a word.
"It's been too long, Oba. You insult me, thinking that I would forget you."<i></i>
Uri used the hold she had on him to pull her back into another hug, lifting her feet from the ground. The moment wasn't a long one, but a powerful one.
"Yume-chan, believe it or not, this is my Auntie too. Her husband used to work with my father when I was younger. Oba used to look after me when I was but a wee lad. In those days, however, I used to come up to her waist."<i></i> He turned back to his self-proclaimed Aunt, "Is this what you got up to when we got down here, Oba? Had I been less busy with my family's business, I would have visited frequently."<i></i>
The important tidbit of information Uri hadn't mentioned is that both Obana's husband and Uri's father both died due to the move underground, a place she regarded as her one and only home.