Think that I'll stay...sketch

Ama and the magical fox watch a spectacle of the sunset together. They sit on a rough boulder, somewhere at the top of the hill. The sky turns pink and orange. Ama's arms embrace her bare knees. The air is a little bit chilly.
"I'm afraid of time," she says.
"Why, Ama-chan?"
"It makes things disappear, like my parents, and all my lost little treasures..."
"It makes things appear too. You have found me."
"Oh, kitsune, won't you go away one day, without a word?"
"Think that I'll stay and I will, Ama-chan. I can jump on the waves of time back and forth." Ama beams at the sunset. The sunset beams back at her.
"I know, I trust you, we are one essence." Ama kisses gently the magical fox's head.

I'm real you are magical sketch

Two very similar shapes of eyes melt in the shared, intense glance. Ama and the magical fox sit in front of each other trying to guess what they are going to mean together and how they are going to play.

“Can we be friends? Aren’t we too different? You 'magical' and me 'real'?” Ama-chan asks looking at the wavy, fluffy tail, relaxed on the grass.

"I'm real, maybe you are magical?" The magical fox tilts its head gracefully.

Ama bursts out laughing.

“Differences will eventually get us closer to each other. We’ll never get bored to play together, wanting more and more…” The magical fox continues.

“Yes, more and more, never enough,” Ama nods.

We are all the infinite space

Ama sees Kaito with her mind’s eye when he scurries above snow-clad mountains through flickering islets of light.

“Was he really able to fly, Miko-san?” Little girl in-weaves a question.

“In a way, yes, Ama-chan. His agile mind could soar far and wide, wherever he wished for.”

“I’d love to be like him,” Ama puts herself into a dreamy mood. “But, grandma, sometimes I think my head is too heavy to soar, full of too many thoughts.” A blur of doubt shakes her little body.

Miko-san’s laughter trickles with a warm stream through the shell of Ama’s ear, straight to her heart. “It’s certainly not, my child.” Grandma ruffles anyway tousled hair on a little head. “Kaito thought of Aika as if she were his ‘limitless space’,” Miko-san continues.

“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” Ama scratches her little head, trying to guess what grandma means.

“Museign Kuukan” Miko-san repeats, pointing at the sky that cracks with some tremulous streaks of light.

Ama gives her hands and feet the once-over. They seem to be so ‘finite’ to her. She grabs a tough nut to crack with her milk teeth.

“The matter we are all made of is mainly an empty, infinite space, Ama-chan. And now, close your eyes, nothing should distract you from listening,” Miko-san advises and gently places her palm on the slender bridge of Ama’s clavicle.

When 'Song of Love' can fly

“Miko-san?” Little girl combs with her fingers grandma's silky hair.

“Yes, Ama-chan?”

“Tell me the story of my mother’s name.”

“You’ve listened to it so many times.”

“You always add something new to the story, Miko-san,” Ama doesn’t give up.

“That’s true. It’s all about details which shed new light on the story.”

“Aika- ‘Song of Love’, that was her name, wasn’t it?” Ama inquires.

There rises an enigmatic smile on Miko’s face. Ama holds her breath while listening to the barely sprouts of words that are to grow out of grandma’s lips.

“That day the “Bamboo Grove Inn” was pervaded by the babble of voices and laughs. There had come many wanderers who treated themselves to a meal and a good chat. Your Dad, Kaito, was one of them…”

“Kaito…” Ama echos her grandma.

“’Kai’ means sea and ocean; ‘to’ means ‘soar and fly’” Grandma Miko-san spreads out her arms together with Ama. They get deeper into the story. "He was an inventor."

A rainy sketch

Ama looks out through the window’s glass, blurred with the rainy scribbles.

“I need to talk to you.” Ama addresses the infinity of rainy drops. ‘Can they listen?’ She wonders. “At least, we have one thing in common. I like to scribble too.”

“There is music in everything,” Little girl hears a familiar voice. “This music is the answer.”

A heart sketch

Ama reaches out to the magical fox’s full moon.

“Come closer” she pleads. “My arm is too short to touch you.”

“Your heart, Ama-chan can touch everything, no matter how far-away,” the magical fox replies.