( Some of the spirits have begun to return from the fields, taking cover from a late summer rain that caught them. They've retreated to their rooms to change into dryer clothes, cleaning mud off from their feet, and finding towels to dry their hair.
The rain is steady and constant but from the look of the skies, it shouldn't last much longer. Outside the kitchen, the windchime at the doorway rings and Kousetsu, being a rather spiritually inclined sword, might be able to catch on to the fact that a guest has arrived on the breeze.
Outside the citadel, observing the gardens is a blue haired girl dressed in black and carrying an umbrella. With a critical eye, she takes in her surroundings and then glances towards the sword spirit at his offerings. She's quiet, letting the other spirit finish his prayers. )
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The rain is steady and constant but from the look of the skies, it shouldn't last much longer. Outside the kitchen, the windchime at the doorway rings and Kousetsu, being a rather spiritually inclined sword, might be able to catch on to the fact that a guest has arrived on the breeze.
Outside the citadel, observing the gardens is a blue haired girl dressed in black and carrying an umbrella. With a critical eye, she takes in her surroundings and then glances towards the sword spirit at his offerings. She's quiet, letting the other spirit finish his prayers. )