Sakura lived her life as a the lowest of the low class.  As a not-so glorified, walking , breathing, emotional sex toy for -countless- men whom crossed her path. So maybe it was a little silly...a little childish to believe in silly stories meant to keep children complacent  and calm, but most nights it was all she had. "I don't know if half way there is close.." her voice is soft, but her smile show's her sincerity. "But yes..I did receive your letters."<br/><br/>Aside from the cranes, the letters from Sayomi were always on her mind.  She used to be content to simply read them in her tiny cell before the next days cavalcade of degradation started, but as the months dragged on, and her body and mind both started to ache for that familiar , and endlessly sweet caress of her lover, it became harder to simply read the letters once a day.  She had often, and sometimes dangerously so, slipped off in the middle of the day, or between clients, unfolding the tiny crane with her nimble fingers and reading its hidden contents in darkened corners of the brothel. It was risky, in that if anyone found her, she'd be punished  twofold: once for wasting time, and again for having had learned to read in the first place.  She was almost caught on more then one occasion, but thanks to quick thinking and a good bit of lying she was able to refute any claims that she could so much as understand her name.<br/><br/>She of course leaves this out, as  there were somethings...frankly, -many- things Sayomi didn't need to know.  The thought of her beloved thinking of her in such a ....disarrayed, and more or less weak manner upset her almost as much as their assigned fate to be apart in the first place.<br/><br/>Sakura gives Sayomi a sly grin , accompanied with a arch of her brow, an expression she'd learned the power of -long -long- ago, and takes a seat. "As far as forever is concerned, it is a long time, " She nods, moving towards the other woman, her knee inching closer as she kneels: alone at last..but still she plays this game. It was nice to play 'hard to get' once in a while..even if  Sayomi 'had' her down to her core.  "It's not long -enough- i'm afraid....There are plenty of things I wish to share, discuss and otherwise become engaged with in your presence."<br/><br/>She arches her brow even more, reaching out for her poured cup of tea, and warming her palms.   Her pale skin is nearly snow white and her cheeks wind-bitten.  She was a particularly fetching woman, and as such, made a decent living on her back. She pulls the bowl to her lips and her smile grows, "Forever, even if granted to us , simply doesn't seem to make up for all the lost time."<br/><br/>She takes a sip, and places her cup down. "We could always start making up for lost time now..." she lets the teasing words hang in the air, ready to engage in their little game of 'cat and mouse'.  It was rare she had a chance to be cheeky , or bold in her day to day life....she cherished the chance to simply be -herself-, which Sayomi certainly gave her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>