[ zelda places her fate into the hands of a sixteen-year-old girl. always a great choice. those hands are currently occupied petting one of those stray maple leaf kittens, scratching it behind the ears with a content smile on her face as it purrs away and rubs its small face against her knees.
she blinks at the voice that seems to be directed at her (yes, one look around confirms it is indeed HER she is being spoken to) and looks up, slowly standing out of her crouch. the fatigue that comes with sickness - tired eyes and the slouch of shoulders - isn't lost on her. neither is... this smell.
a spirit? or a god.
all these things contribute to a warm, sympathetic smile spreading across hiyori's face at essentially being asked for help by an utter stranger. ]
There's no need to pay me. Um, so, what can I do for you?
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she blinks at the voice that seems to be directed at her (yes, one look around confirms it is indeed HER she is being spoken to) and looks up, slowly standing out of her crouch. the fatigue that comes with sickness - tired eyes and the slouch of shoulders - isn't lost on her. neither is... this smell.
a spirit? or a god.
all these things contribute to a warm, sympathetic smile spreading across hiyori's face at essentially being asked for help by an utter stranger. ]
There's no need to pay me. Um, so, what can I do for you?