Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch,
The winds of familiar weather long unfelt touched upon the uncovered areas of her skin as the female youth made her way through the unnatural, gigantuous crevice between one of the many rock formations protecting the entrance to Kumogakure. Eyeing through the now unastonishing shapes and mountains in comparison to the ones she'd recently departed from, the youth took a large inhale of the chilly, homeland air; Her breath visible as it departed from her lungs.
Her feet would come to an abrupt pause, her dark eyes dilating as the sun touched upon her countenance. "Home..." Muttered a fatigued voice.
From the ancient entrance between the mountains two guards looked up from their doings, eyeing the new arrival her entire way to their proximity. She'd come to a solid stop a few feet away from one of the guards, audibly stomping the ground with her final step and putting her hands to her side in what appeared to be a overly slack, almost mocking, militant fashion which intensified the attention to her arrival.
"Hello!" The girl happily greeted with a pleased smile and bright eyes, displaying obvious enthusiasm.
"Home residence?" The male guard routinely asked in his militant tone.
"Kumogakure!" The teen proudly stated with a slight accent.
The guard arched an eyebrow at the claim, displaying his obviously inward doubt. Her outlandish attire likely didn't help, either.
"Passport, evidence of identification?" Routinely continued the next request.
"Right! Oh...um...wait a moment.." The youth responded, before rather carelessly dropping the sack upon her back onto the dirt and couching down in order to rummage through her belongings. The clanking and rattling of pots, pans, spoons, and other various possessions could be heard as she ran her hand through the unorganized collection. This search took place for a few minutes, the guard displaying a deadpan expression in response to her messy antics.
"Ahh! Ahaaa!" The girl would eventually exhale, signaling her requested find. "Here you are!" She happily continued as she stood up proudly, handing something that looked akin to an identification card; Its sealing around the card heavily scratched, the card itself terribly wrinkled, and the entire object in general littered with dirt stains from the inside out. Parts of the card were so uncared for, that entire words were too obscure to even read.
The guard displayed obvious struggle, squinting and leaning forward as he reached out a hand in order to steady and better investigate the held out object. There was about a full minute or longer of silence during this investigation, the card's possessor enthusiastically smiling throughout the entire process. The guard's eyes suddenly settled upon a certain part of the ID, as if to be in heavy consideration of something. He looked at the card, then back at the teen, then back at the card, and back at the teen again. The youth's once enthusiastic expression suddenly shifted into confusion, while the guard's expression became more stern as he took possession of the card.
"This." He solemnly stated, turning the worn out and hardly readable object in front of the female for her to observe herself, "Is not you." He concluded, pointing to the worn picture upon the ID with his free hand.
"Thirteen years old?" He rhetorically questioned, straightening his back upright and eyeing the tall teen up and down in a blatantly doubtful fashion.
"Dallah." He eventually called out without looking away from the teen. As if able to read the other guard's mind without any further words, the other female guard exited from her booth and stood on the side of the young teen attempting to enter the village gates.
Having obviously reached their conclusion that the ID was not of its possessor, gate security's next suspicions would make themselves apparent. "Considering this is obviously not you. The question is where did you get this from--And where is the citizen you obviously stole this from?"
The young teen's confused countenance displayed great surprise upon the statement. "It's me!" She reassured in front of the village gates. The guard's facial expressions, despite the girl's great emotion, displayed they obviously weren't convinced. From this, one could assumed things were in the midst of becoming problematic.
The winds of familiar weather long unfelt touched upon the uncovered areas of her skin as the female youth made her way through the unnatural, gigantuous crevice between one of the many rock formations protecting the entrance to Kumogakure. Eyeing through the now unastonishing shapes and mountains in comparison to the ones she'd recently departed from, the youth took a large inhale of the chilly, homeland air; Her breath visible as it departed from her lungs.
Her feet would come to an abrupt pause, her dark eyes dilating as the sun touched upon her countenance. "Home..." Muttered a fatigued voice.
From the ancient entrance between the mountains two guards looked up from their doings, eyeing the new arrival her entire way to their proximity. She'd come to a solid stop a few feet away from one of the guards, audibly stomping the ground with her final step and putting her hands to her side in what appeared to be a overly slack, almost mocking, militant fashion which intensified the attention to her arrival.
"Hello!" The girl happily greeted with a pleased smile and bright eyes, displaying obvious enthusiasm.
"Home residence?" The male guard routinely asked in his militant tone.
"Kumogakure!" The teen proudly stated with a slight accent.
The guard arched an eyebrow at the claim, displaying his obviously inward doubt. Her outlandish attire likely didn't help, either.
"Passport, evidence of identification?" Routinely continued the next request.
"Right! Oh...um...wait a moment.." The youth responded, before rather carelessly dropping the sack upon her back onto the dirt and couching down in order to rummage through her belongings. The clanking and rattling of pots, pans, spoons, and other various possessions could be heard as she ran her hand through the unorganized collection. This search took place for a few minutes, the guard displaying a deadpan expression in response to her messy antics.
"Ahh! Ahaaa!" The girl would eventually exhale, signaling her requested find. "Here you are!" She happily continued as she stood up proudly, handing something that looked akin to an identification card; Its sealing around the card heavily scratched, the card itself terribly wrinkled, and the entire object in general littered with dirt stains from the inside out. Parts of the card were so uncared for, that entire words were too obscure to even read.
The guard displayed obvious struggle, squinting and leaning forward as he reached out a hand in order to steady and better investigate the held out object. There was about a full minute or longer of silence during this investigation, the card's possessor enthusiastically smiling throughout the entire process. The guard's eyes suddenly settled upon a certain part of the ID, as if to be in heavy consideration of something. He looked at the card, then back at the teen, then back at the card, and back at the teen again. The youth's once enthusiastic expression suddenly shifted into confusion, while the guard's expression became more stern as he took possession of the card.
"This." He solemnly stated, turning the worn out and hardly readable object in front of the female for her to observe herself, "Is not you." He concluded, pointing to the worn picture upon the ID with his free hand.
"Thirteen years old?" He rhetorically questioned, straightening his back upright and eyeing the tall teen up and down in a blatantly doubtful fashion.
"Dallah." He eventually called out without looking away from the teen. As if able to read the other guard's mind without any further words, the other female guard exited from her booth and stood on the side of the young teen attempting to enter the village gates.
Having obviously reached their conclusion that the ID was not of its possessor, gate security's next suspicions would make themselves apparent. "Considering this is obviously not you. The question is where did you get this from--And where is the citizen you obviously stole this from?"
The young teen's confused countenance displayed great surprise upon the statement. "It's me!" She reassured in front of the village gates. The guard's facial expressions, despite the girl's great emotion, displayed they obviously weren't convinced. From this, one could assumed things were in the midst of becoming problematic.