For the past couple of days that is all that it seemed to be doing - both in town and on the (supposedly) sunny fields. This was weather was nothing that she had dealt with before so it really didn't quite bother Amaterasu as much as it would most others; she had dealt with colder weather than this (Kamui's subzero temperatures were a good example of that) but it still does not keep her from shivering a little and make attempt to seek any type of shelter that is possible.
And today's attempt at shelter was the back of the Chaos Gate room after a few battles with monsters (the last, of which, nearly caused her 'health' to dwindle down near zero so retreat had been needed).
She notices one of the other occupant's of the room all huddled in the corner against himself and she walks over, concern shown on her face. Was he all right? Was something wrong? Hopefully he wasn't hurt... ]
Ah-mm...? [ Translation: Excuse me, are you okay? ]
[He looks up at the unfamiliar woman. She looked concerned, but didn't really say or ask anything to explain why... So he just stares at her expectantly, waiting for some sort of question about his well-being.]
[If she could speak, she would be verbally asking him about his well-being, that is for sure. The only way she could even attempt to try and communicate with people was through the use of body language and expressions. (The thought of using the Relic, like any person with common sense would do, had yet to cross her mind.)
So she just stares right on back at him, confused curiosity in her eyes before she kneels as his side and leans in towards him. Personal space? No one needs that because she has no idea what it is.]
[Her ears turn to either side of her head when he 'speaks' before they perk forward in curious acknowledgment. It seems as though she had (finally) come across another person in this place who was unable to speak like herself. While it was a bit of a shame and it made a slightly guilty feeling swim in the pit of her stomach, it made Amaterasu...a bit relieved.
The wolf flashes him a small smile, holding up her hand with all but her index finger balled against her palm; she had seen this action done plenty of times before - shop keepers telling a person "just a minute" as they go and get the item they want. But she's no shopkeeper. What she's reaching for is her Relic and when she produces it - all wet and soaked through, it made it a little hard to type because her fingers kept slipping just a bit - she holds it up to him for him to read:]
For the past couple of days that is all that it seemed to be doing - both in town and on the (supposedly) sunny fields. This was weather was nothing that she had dealt with before so it really didn't quite bother Amaterasu as much as it would most others; she had dealt with colder weather than this (Kamui's subzero temperatures were a good example of that) but it still does not keep her from shivering a little and make attempt to seek any type of shelter that is possible.
And today's attempt at shelter was the back of the Chaos Gate room after a few battles with monsters (the last, of which, nearly caused her 'health' to dwindle down near zero so retreat had been needed).
She notices one of the other occupant's of the room all huddled in the corner against himself and she walks over, concern shown on her face. Was he all right? Was something wrong? Hopefully he wasn't hurt... ]
Ah-mm...? [ Translation: Excuse me, are you okay? ]
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So she just stares right on back at him, confused curiosity in her eyes before she kneels as his side and leans in towards him. Personal space? No one needs that because she has no idea what it is.]
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Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh... [He gives her a curious look. Was she also unable to speak?]
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The wolf flashes him a small smile, holding up her hand with all but her index finger balled against her palm; she had seen this action done plenty of times before - shop keepers telling a person "just a minute" as they go and get the item they want. But she's no shopkeeper. What she's reaching for is her Relic and when she produces it - all wet and soaked through, it made it a little hard to type because her fingers kept slipping just a bit - she holds it up to him for him to read:]
Are you okay?
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