Re: Staring Toward the Effervescent Heavens [Contract Search
Her suspicions had been correct, even the Gods grew lonely in these Hellish lands, and being the social butterfly, well more like an ugly moth of some sort, Chiyoko was she was happy to pay the man a visit every once in a while. Besides, she enjoyed the landscape of the mountains, save for those few frozen bodies one inevitably ran into on the way up. "Good, I'll definitely pay you a visit again, Shinha-Sama." Like the man she had few people she could constitute as friends, outside of the Tax Bitch of Kumogakure and Nee-Chan she didn't particularly get along with others, something about having a general disdain for the upper class, middle class, and a good bit of the lower class, really she didn't particularly care for most people including her fellow Shinobi, especially those that claimed to be murdering folks under the guise of some sort of greater good.
Once again Shinha-Sama attempted to comfort her on the matter of her dead guide, and once again she insisted upon being the hard-headed trollop she was, though she didn't directly say anything further about the matter it was fairly obvious from the expression plastered upon her face that she did not agree with his sentiment. His kindness had already been wasted, perhaps it would not have been if he was guiding a better person along those snowy tracks, or perhaps not. She had no way of telling. Though she did begin to tire of thinking about the dead man, whether she blamed herself or not meant little, he was dead and there was little she could do about that. Warming her hands by the fire the thought of sleep was gaining more and more appeal, normally she didn't sleep until the wee hours of the morning, but there was something about this place that made her want to close her eyes and rest her head, perhaps it was the cold, or perhaps it was something else.
"I'll take your word for it, can't say I've met any other Kami in my life, or any I know of." Circulation and warmth was returning to her extremities as she sat by the fire listening to the God who was more than happy to answer her questions, though she was beginning to run out of them.
She wondered what the man considered to be a 'few decades', in her mind Kami lived eternal lives and never aged, but having never known one she couldn't claim that as true. A sudden question sparked in her mind, she wondered if the man ever wanted to leave his abode, if he was tethered to the mountain by some ethereal force, or if he simply enjoyed the solitude more than he let on. "You could always come to the village with me, Shinha-Sama." Her statement was as nonchalant as she could muster, her gaze never leaving the fire burning before her.
[OOC: Apologies on the delay.]
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Her suspicions had been correct, even the Gods grew lonely in these Hellish lands, and being the social butterfly, well more like an ugly moth of some sort, Chiyoko was she was happy to pay the man a visit every once in a while. Besides, she enjoyed the landscape of the mountains, save for those few frozen bodies one inevitably ran into on the way up. "Good, I'll definitely pay you a visit again, Shinha-Sama." Like the man she had few people she could constitute as friends, outside of the Tax Bitch of Kumogakure and Nee-Chan she didn't particularly get along with others, something about having a general disdain for the upper class, middle class, and a good bit of the lower class, really she didn't particularly care for most people including her fellow Shinobi, especially those that claimed to be murdering folks under the guise of some sort of greater good.
Once again Shinha-Sama attempted to comfort her on the matter of her dead guide, and once again she insisted upon being the hard-headed trollop she was, though she didn't directly say anything further about the matter it was fairly obvious from the expression plastered upon her face that she did not agree with his sentiment. His kindness had already been wasted, perhaps it would not have been if he was guiding a better person along those snowy tracks, or perhaps not. She had no way of telling. Though she did begin to tire of thinking about the dead man, whether she blamed herself or not meant little, he was dead and there was little she could do about that. Warming her hands by the fire the thought of sleep was gaining more and more appeal, normally she didn't sleep until the wee hours of the morning, but there was something about this place that made her want to close her eyes and rest her head, perhaps it was the cold, or perhaps it was something else.
"I'll take your word for it, can't say I've met any other Kami in my life, or any I know of." Circulation and warmth was returning to her extremities as she sat by the fire listening to the God who was more than happy to answer her questions, though she was beginning to run out of them.
She wondered what the man considered to be a 'few decades', in her mind Kami lived eternal lives and never aged, but having never known one she couldn't claim that as true. A sudden question sparked in her mind, she wondered if the man ever wanted to leave his abode, if he was tethered to the mountain by some ethereal force, or if he simply enjoyed the solitude more than he let on. "You could always come to the village with me, Shinha-Sama." Her statement was as nonchalant as she could muster, her gaze never leaving the fire burning before her.
[OOC: Apologies on the delay.]
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