Island Tour Vacation! [Closed]

[problemdaimyo]

Who: Hotohori, Adela, and Yamato
Where: A grand tour of Noodle Island!
When: The last two weeks of September.
What: The daimyo inspects his lands while escorted by two hired shinobi. It's a land whose biggest concern is noodles. Very little could possibly go wrong.

Originally he'd wanted to leave early in the month, and as it turned out there was enough of a delay that it was possible he could have arranged missions with other countries in the interim. Impatient though he was, it felt wrong to do so once he'd already sent one request...and aside from that, he respected the ninja he'd requested before. On a mission where most of their time would be spent simply interacting, it was wise to choose companions whose company he would enjoy.

Thus, he'd postponed traveling the island: the inspection wasn't exactly an urgent matter, after all. And though he'd willingly post-poned it, it didn't mean he wasn't antsy to depart for it once the time finally did come that the (two!) nin arrived.

He arrived at the gates of the Daimyo's Palace before his counselors did, once he got word that the ninja had arrived in the city, and smiled kindly in greeting once he spotted them. "I trust that the trip here was a pleasant one?"

Comments

[abileunaspada]

"Agreed, having food cooked by someone paid to do it well will be nice again," Again she ended up nodding, keeping a slight distance from him but still keeping a watchful eye out for trouble. Even the wildlife could be dangerous...

[problemdaimyo]

He gave a light laugh. "Are you indicating that the meals we've had recently weren't cooked well? How very harsh of you."

The wildlife could be, but for the moment, there seemed to be nothing nearby, save for a snake that quickly zipped through the underbrush a short distance away from them, apparently intent on its own business.

[abileunaspada]

"Field rations are never as good as home-cooked food, you know tha-at," Her voice stuttered just a bit when she saw that, and her body immediately became rigid before she let out a breath that she hadn't been aware that she'd been holding. She was being paranoid, just because it happened once...

But, it didn't stop Adela from rubbing just a little at her previously injured arm. Even if it didn't hurt any more, the memories of that ordeal were still as clear as the scarring under her clothes.

[problemdaimyo]

The stutter in her voice caught his attention more than her stiffened stance, as he hadn't been looking at her at the time. When he did look up at her, however, he frowned in concern. If there were a present danger of some sort, he imagined she would be prepared for some sort of attack, rather than silent.

Some other concern, perhaps? An unhappy memory about cooked food...? "Adela, is everything alright?"

[abileunaspada]

"It's fine. Just... Just a bad memory," She shook her head, sighing and looking around a bit more. No, there wasn't anyone nearby for an ambush, too many animals were around for anything to have disturbed them. She headed back towards the camp in silence then, still unable to stop from rubbing her arm. Damn, it bothered her a lot still, even after almost a year...

[problemdaimyo]

It seemed very unlikely by her reaction that the memory had anything to do with cooked food. Particularly due to the way she rubbed at her arm, as if ridding herself from a phantom or remembered pain. While his expression tightened somewhat in concern, he made no attempt to question her on it further. Perhaps it was fair of him to be called rash and foolish by those who did, but he was not tactless or unable to judge when not to pursue a matter.

He was rather familiar with having memories one would rather not, and elements of a past that were not meant to be shared. Instead of speaking further, he simply followed after her back of the camp in silence as well.