Yanagi shook her head. “No, just America and Japan.” The quickest way from Japan to America was by way of Hawaii. As exotic as Hawaii was, it was still a state. And she hadn’t seen much of it, anyway. It had been a short layover, which had been good; crowds made her nervous. “Have you traveled at all?” She had wanted to, but the world just seemed so big.
She found the idea of Rihan and Dhivael’s people interesting and made a note to ask more questions later, when they were better acquainted. “I understand,” she said with a nod. “If I ask something that would be compromising, please tell me. I’d like to know more about your people.”
Kicking the door shut behind Dhivael, she carefully locked her door. “If the boxes get too heavy, we can stop.” She didn’t mind resting for Dhivael if the boxes were too heavy. She didn’t want to inconvenience a new, possible friend.
With a small frown, she considered Dhivael’s words. Many angels were very strict about their beliefs. In some ways, Yanagi was, too. In others, she wasn’t. She shook her head and sighed. “Some angels are very strong in their beliefs,” she said softly. “And they feel the need to speak loudly about them. Japan is very different from heaven, so I learned how to believe strongly and speak softly.” She gave Dhivael a shy smile. “It’s never my intent to offend, but I will tell you as much about heaven as I can remember. It’s… it’s been two hundred years.” She was only a little sad about that. In those two hundred years, she had learned quite well how to deal with her separation from God and heaven.
Chewing the inside of her lip, she carefully crossed the street to Dhivael’s dorm building. “What classes are you taking this semester?” she asked. “Maybe we’ll have a few together.” It would be nice, she thought, if they did. It would be someone to know, someone to study with. Yanagi liked having study buddies, but it was so hard for her to find them.