Exit Post
When Inari woke in the morning she knew something was wrong. Not a bad wrong but something was going to happen. It was an instant feeling of knowing that it was to be her last day within the Bar she had called home for many a year now. Oh the door may return for her sometime, the Kami knew though the questions of when, where, and how were yet to be determined. Even for a woman as herself she did not know the answers- she did not allow herself this.
Most of the morning was spent making things- items for her friends and family she had aquired since her arrival into Milliways. Once everything was set she exited her room locking it for the first time before heading down to the bar refusing to look back. If she did she knew very well she would lose what bit of calm she had managed to gather since her task had started. Swift steps led her outside toward the lake and a quiet spot not to far off from it. Minutes later she returned, stopping at Bar, and carefully laying a hand upon the smooth surface of the countertop. It was her way of saying goodbye.
"My dear old friend," the kami spoke softly, "I have a final task to charge you with if you would assist me?" Carefully the oriental woman waved a hand over the bartop and items appeared- small bags and scrolls mostly. When the items were gone Inari stepped back and bowed deeper to Bar more so than she would anyone else she knew in life. "May the days bless you, my friend."
Quiet steps took her toward the door with the fabrics of her kimono lightly rustling. One blue eyed gaze swept over the bar as she made her own goodbyes by a sad little smile before reaching for the handle.
Then she was gone.
[ooc: Each person that Inari has ever threaded with will receive a small bag when they next come to the bar. Will, Kate, and Doc will also have something else waiting on them.]
Most of the morning was spent making things- items for her friends and family she had aquired since her arrival into Milliways. Once everything was set she exited her room locking it for the first time before heading down to the bar refusing to look back. If she did she knew very well she would lose what bit of calm she had managed to gather since her task had started. Swift steps led her outside toward the lake and a quiet spot not to far off from it. Minutes later she returned, stopping at Bar, and carefully laying a hand upon the smooth surface of the countertop. It was her way of saying goodbye.
"My dear old friend," the kami spoke softly, "I have a final task to charge you with if you would assist me?" Carefully the oriental woman waved a hand over the bartop and items appeared- small bags and scrolls mostly. When the items were gone Inari stepped back and bowed deeper to Bar more so than she would anyone else she knew in life. "May the days bless you, my friend."
Quiet steps took her toward the door with the fabrics of her kimono lightly rustling. One blue eyed gaze swept over the bar as she made her own goodbyes by a sad little smile before reaching for the handle.
Then she was gone.
[ooc: Each person that Inari has ever threaded with will receive a small bag when they next come to the bar. Will, Kate, and Doc will also have something else waiting on them.]