“Oba-chan! You’ll lose it!” he cried.
She took the kite from his hands and, to Riku’s horror, untied the carefully wound string from its bridle. izumi hasegawa
“Why so glum, little sparrow?” Oba-chan asked, settling beside him. “Oba-chan
“Did you see that loop?” she called out. “Magnificent! And that crash landing? The dragon was tired!” to Riku’s horror
Oba-chan smiled, her eyes crinkling like old parchment. “Ah. You are trying to control the wind, Riku. You are trying to be a perfect kite. But a kite’s job is not to be perfect. Its job is to dance.”