things have changed since we last saw eachother

Dazed and daydreaming, the petite girl lazed by the small river. With her eyes half closed, she barely moved when she heard the man approach. Staying still as if she were a statue, Celeste only peered at him as his own musk entered her nostrils. First, it was the scent of Tojo-Kai. So he was familiar with her lover’s father. Interesting. Secondly, that faint Iga scent of her home really peaked her curiosity.

Opening both eyes fully now as he spoke, she assessed him silently. The patchwork yellow on obsidian base was all too familiar of her uncle’s coloring. ”Are you an Akizora?” She questioned first and foremost as she patted the needle covered ground beside her as if to ask him to join her.