01 Without competing with them, and settles...

[waraeyayomae]

[Sunny. A true sky. The young woman shields her eyes. Warm. No scent of something rotting in the wind. She brings her hand down, smoothing out the meaningful right over left folds of her kimono with thin fingers. Different. Not as peaceful, not as funeral. She moves like water. Wandering, flowing, going wherever the next path directs her to move,

Comments

[noeyestosee]

[well, here's one who would probably miss you entirely if she hadn't heard the rustling of the parasol as she passes by]

Good evening!

[noeyestosee]

[...probably? She really wouldn't know. Link successfull in either case!]

Ahaha, that's a little far from the town. I know most of the paths by now, I think. [leading towards the VDR]

[waraeyayomae]

[Even with their arms links, she allows enough room to let her lead. She does not know where they are going, but notes everything nonetheless.] Tell me anything you wish; I will listen.

[noeyestosee]

[smiles as she walks, trusting Katarite to warn her when there's an obstacle ahead]

How much do you know of this place, Katarite-san?

[waraeyayomae]

Almost nothing...[With her free hand, she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.] I know the name, I know that this is like a nexus, drawing others from different worlds...

[noeyestosee]

Mhm. That's correct. This place finds everyone, often many times over. We're from... songs, or so I'm told. They're quite unusual to listen to!

[waraeyayomae]

[Songs tell their own stories, she thinks. Usually, she only tells stories of others and listens to others. If she is from a song, a story, as well--] What an honor.

[noeyestosee]

[chuckles]

You are fond of stories then, Katarite-san?

[waraeyayomae]

Yes...I am a humble storyteller, that is all. [But she has to get them from others, first.]