This: this was grass around her ankles and flower petals underneath her feet. This was coming home after ages away, if she wanted to be very metaphorical and also a little weird about it - because even if she was Sailor Onnie, reincarnated soldier of a half- awake asteroid world, she was still definitely Clementine Drew under it all, and Clementine Drew was less a magical warrior and more 'teenage, stupid, and prone to hayfever', and it turned out one of these ancient space plants was apparently triggering her allergies -- or maybe she'd touched something while sneaking out to power up, who even knew at this point -- and Onnie stopped having a dramatic moment of contemplation and sneezed so hard she almost threw out her back, and then stomped off to the towel she'd put down so she could sit, and think, and think even harder about how ******** much she wasn't sure if she wanted to be back in Destiny City.

It'd made sense, when they moved, at the time. She'd been shaky and frightened and dealing so badly with being within a minute of death she'd almost failed half her classes, and her parents had very reasonably looked at that (and the so-cheap rent rates of Destiny City, and the so-high missing person rates of Destiny City - so they'd all packed up and moved to Maine, even if in the scramble of that she'd managed to get her world to let her grow up a little, and she'd gotten the exciting experience of living with her cousins for two years and graduating in that time, and it'd been - whatever. She'd been okay. She'd generally figured out the fine art of being, like, slightly less of a disgusting mess, and she'd made a couple of friends, and she'd gotten to be president of Anime Club at her school up there.

And now she was back. Kind of. Clementine had barely been Onnie in all that time, had almost managed to stop remembering it, but -- after that time, the world was still here, for her. And for anyone else she brought with her, if she could bring people with her? But mostly her. Maybe these were things she should share with Lepus, with Alise, if Alise... was still willing to talk to her. Which, uh, it'd be - understandable if she wasn't, because Clem had basically just left without really saying goodbye and then kind of ghosted 90% of the time since, which was honestly something she regretted immensely? But there was no clear way to fix that, and the longer she'd let it sit the worse it'd felt, and -- ugh. Ugh!! Ugh.

She sat down, moved to lying down, and then rolled over to bury her face into the silky grass and scream a little before pulling her scarf up over her face to sulk. Nobody was around to hear or help, because of course they weren't, this world was empty of life aside from her even if she'd made it a little better - and if it hadn't been she would've just embarrassed herself. Being a preteen had been hard, sure, but sometimes being a teen was way harder! Which didn't make sense?? She had way more ability to do things on her own, and way more freedom in general, and nothing stupid like a curfew. But emotions kept getting in the way. And she still wasn't sure if she was allergic to some of these space plants, or something else - Onnie screamed into the grass a second time for good measure and then sneezed once more, more than a little pathetic, and then she laid there and thought about absolutely nothing for a minute.

It was probably time to go home, anyway. She'd spent an hour wandering around and picking weeds and moving dirt before she'd even thought remotely about sitting down, and she was thirsty and tired and there were scratches all up her arms from thorny bushes, and it wasn't like she'd figured anything out - she was just as confused and frustrated and upset about everything ever as she'd always been.