“I soon realised that no journey carries on far unless, as it extends to the world around us, it goes an equal distance into the world within.”
Chibiusa sat up straight, her ruby eyes steady on her sister. “Now, Kousagi, who said that?”
There was a muffled mumble, but of the quote, the mass of pale purple curls said nothing legible.
Sighing, Chibiusa poked her again. “Come on Kousagi-chan, you know this one.” They’d been over it seven times these past few weeks, yet it seemed that the quote was as new as the freshly baked cake the two sisters could smell. This was, undoubtedly, what Kousagi was thinking about.
Indeed, when the girl finally managed to drag her heavy head off the desk to gaze back, her petulant mouth formed a perfect O shaped yawn, then let out a plaintive whine. “But Chi-bi-u-sa… My head hurts. And my tummy’s crying out for cake.”
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. “No,” her sister sn