Kurumi sat with her daughter under the cherry trees sipping her secret blend of tea and eating egg salad sandwiches. A soft breeze rustled the branches, causing a few pink petals to become lose and flutter to the ground. The small girl giggled and began to chase after the petals as if they were butterflies.

“Don’t wander far,” Kurumi warned gently.

“You mean, don’t get lost,” the little girl laughed.

“Even if you did, I could always find you,” Kurumi smiled touching the locket around her neck and pointing to the one her daughter wore. “We are connected by magic.”