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nexus_crossings2021-09-17 02:15 pm
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saffron wind
Not everyone walks calmly into the streets of the Nexus. Not everyone is so distracted as to not see when the stones shift and the shops and buildings aren’t quite the same. She’s staring down into a sketchbook in her hands and muttering to herself for a fair distance before it even occurs to her to look up. Light brown eyes peer out from a mess of dark curls pinned up around her shoulders. She purses her lips in some amount of confusion and looks to her left, her right, and finally turns about in a small circle.
This stocky stranger traces her gaze over the various buildings as she slowly closes the sketchbook and returns it to a satchel strung across her shoulder by a long strap. After a moment of taking in her surroundings, she nods quietly and sighs. She shifts two things strapped across her back and shoulders: a satchel bag and a large pole with one end wrapped up in cloth. In less than a minute, she has the bag slung around her shoulders and over her back in the style of a backpack. The pole finds it’s way into her hands, the covered end pointing upward as she turns in a slow circle.
“This is…different.” Her voice is soft and deep, but quickly taking on a worried tone. The pole rests in the crook of one arm as she gathers up her skirt to tie off around her waist. Her leather sandals gently hug her all the way up to her knees. “All right, I’ll bite. Who did I offend this time?”
This stocky stranger traces her gaze over the various buildings as she slowly closes the sketchbook and returns it to a satchel strung across her shoulder by a long strap. After a moment of taking in her surroundings, she nods quietly and sighs. She shifts two things strapped across her back and shoulders: a satchel bag and a large pole with one end wrapped up in cloth. In less than a minute, she has the bag slung around her shoulders and over her back in the style of a backpack. The pole finds it’s way into her hands, the covered end pointing upward as she turns in a slow circle.
“This is…different.” Her voice is soft and deep, but quickly taking on a worried tone. The pole rests in the crook of one arm as she gathers up her skirt to tie off around her waist. Her leather sandals gently hug her all the way up to her knees. “All right, I’ll bite. Who did I offend this time?”
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Seeing the monks, she bowed her head to any who offered some greeting to her first. Inside the establishment, she paused at the doorway and laid her spear out on the floor near the entrance. It would never do to intrude on the peace of a place acting as a hearth. After setting down the spear, she pauses and mutters a quick prayer under her breath before joining the twins at the table.
"It's been a while since I've found myself in such a wonderful place." She sits as easily as the twins do, hands folded on her lap. "I'll be content with anything you would recommend. There are very few circumstances where my family permits it's members to refuse a meal when it's offered to them. I'll repay your kindness in time, once I've gotten a bit settled in."
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“I would highly recommend the konacha, though readily admit some have not acquired a taste for something of such high astringency and bitterness.”
“Some?” Minoru chuckled.
“Many?” He clarified. “However, if you ask, the monks will happily roast the leaves into Houjikonacha, which diminishes the bitterness and adds an equally pleasant flavor and aroma.”
Minoru had to agree. That did make Isamu’s odd tea of choice way more palatable.