Including the dearly departed.
The setting sun created a blanket of a soft orange across the sky, the clouds rolling by to create shadows that provided a cool breeze. Despite it lasting for only a moment, it was a welcome change to the soft breeze that brushed through the park on a day such as this. Such a sight of twilight was even a distraction to the one being stuck to the ground firmly, holding items in her arms with a grip that clarified its importance. It was the first day here for her in the land of Fiore, and one of the first duties she had to complete was the delivery of the items in her grasp to the one she was asked to look after.
How such a person would handle the news was beyond The Guardian's knowledge.
Taking a moment to look down upon the items in Sora's arms was a red, baggy hat that a certain girl used to wear a good portion of her life. Then there was the small, purple bag she used to carry an infinite amount of things. Although, she only carried small things like medical supplies or mementos from those she had met. And then there was her yukata, the one thing the girl wore even in her final days before passing away. It was something that was precious and monumental to the girl's growth as a person. Each and every item held such great importance to her, and now Sora found herself lost and stuck.
Sora felt like she was just. . . letting it all go to a person that she hoped would be there for the one she looked after, but rarely ever was. The deity could barely look upon such items without experiencing a sense of unbearable sadness constantly hanging over her, gaze softening as she gave them all a gentle squeeze. It would be obvious to any passing stranger that the woman was in near tears, yet she dared not to let any of them fall. She needed to find the person that Shu asked her to look after - the person she promised she would look after.
She needed to find the person that stirred some mixed feelings within the angel.