The Nimbus Delectatio was within the Village’s borders yet was unique enough in geography to allow for a biome that was entirely its own. Riko hadn’t told Honome where she had intended to take her today. ”Just Trust me.’ she had answered. The truth was, Riko wasn’t entirely sure that Honome would enjoy this little outing. She tried to keep the signs under control, but her nervousness was exuded in ways that she didn’t predict; the sweat on her skin, her temperature, the rate of her heart beat. No, she wasn’t having a heart attack, it was just really important that she somehow Honome had a good time. They wound through the path of the Park and made their way towards the greenhouse. Was it off limits to civilians? Perhaps, but Riko had actually dropped a few Ryo to rent the place out for a few hours so she could enjoy her time with Honome. The gravel crunched beneath her feet as she lead Honome through the winding paths in the large grassy field on the edge of the Ancient forest. Was it a dead give away? Damn that girl’s ears. Well they were cute ears so she couldn’t be too angry about them. Hm. Maybe she should be mad at the gravel? But no, it looked like it too was in the right. There was simply nothing to blame except herself and Riko didn’t like being in the wrong. At least not in this instance, when she had thought she had planned everything out. Somehow she had forgotten to take Honome’s hyper-sensitivity into account.
At least it was more spacious here and there wouldn’t be the noise pollution of the hustle and bustle of the city and the shinobi who dwelt here. The caretaker caught sight of Riko and saw her holding Honome’s hand. He didn’t say anything but gave a mischievous wink as he unlocked the building and tipped his hat to her and Honome before departing. His feet crunching equally as loudly as Riko’s had on the way here. Riko lead Honome into the Greenhouse. There were no poisonous flowers here. All of these were the kinds that were sold to civilians for the purpose of generating some cash during the romantic seasons in the village. These were just about ready to be picked. The scents of the flowers and the controlled temperature of the greenhouse must have hit Honome like a wall. Riko watched her face eagerly hoping to see what expression she would make when she started to realize where they were.
”There’s a grassy patch in the center of this place that I have something special planned… but we don’t have to hurry. Why don’t we take a leisurely stroll through the flowers first?”
wc: 464
At least it was more spacious here and there wouldn’t be the noise pollution of the hustle and bustle of the city and the shinobi who dwelt here. The caretaker caught sight of Riko and saw her holding Honome’s hand. He didn’t say anything but gave a mischievous wink as he unlocked the building and tipped his hat to her and Honome before departing. His feet crunching equally as loudly as Riko’s had on the way here. Riko lead Honome into the Greenhouse. There were no poisonous flowers here. All of these were the kinds that were sold to civilians for the purpose of generating some cash during the romantic seasons in the village. These were just about ready to be picked. The scents of the flowers and the controlled temperature of the greenhouse must have hit Honome like a wall. Riko watched her face eagerly hoping to see what expression she would make when she started to realize where they were.
”There’s a grassy patch in the center of this place that I have something special planned… but we don’t have to hurry. Why don’t we take a leisurely stroll through the flowers first?”
wc: 464