She was grateful for Gale's foresight. She only had vague impressions of what a desert could do to the human body. It was both similar and not to Junkyard life as well and that was a kind of strange she'd never thought she would encounter. Almost disorienting in a way. Resources had been very scare when limited to the area that had been the Junkyard. And rationing was a familiar thing, but the dry heat and wind were new and she swears she can feel her skin tightening with every step across the dunes.
She's only mildly impressed by the walls surrounding Suna. Her reaction far more subdued compared to her companions. And she feels a sort of sadness when she has to shake her head. None of this feels familiar. Not in the way that girl had described trees and the weather of Konoha. It wasn't an exact match (she remembers mountains and rock so much rock in a very blurry half-remembered dream sense but it's fleeting) but it was better than nothing.
Like a good member of the Embryon she follows Gale through the crevice splitting the wall. Arms held carefully at her sides swing lightly as she walked as opposed to crossing them over her chest like she wants too. It's darker within the passageway and she doesn't like it, doesn't like how it's narrow and awkward and makes it difficult for more than two or three people walk abreast of each other. But the passageway opens up into bright desert sun and what looks like a sea of domed buildings spreads out before them.
She bows at the waist in greeting then straightens, a hand resting on her hip only a handful of inches above the pouch she's sewn into the fabric of her skirt to house the kunai and shuriken she has with her. "Hello." She murmurs with a quick dip of her head to indicate her acknowledgment of the introduction.
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She's only mildly impressed by the walls surrounding Suna. Her reaction far more subdued compared to her companions. And she feels a sort of sadness when she has to shake her head. None of this feels familiar. Not in the way that girl had described trees and the weather of Konoha. It wasn't an exact match (she remembers mountains and rock so much rock in a very blurry half-remembered dream sense but it's fleeting) but it was better than nothing.
Like a good member of the Embryon she follows Gale through the crevice splitting the wall. Arms held carefully at her sides swing lightly as she walked as opposed to crossing them over her chest like she wants too. It's darker within the passageway and she doesn't like it, doesn't like how it's narrow and awkward and makes it difficult for more than two or three people walk abreast of each other. But the passageway opens up into bright desert sun and what looks like a sea of domed buildings spreads out before them.
She bows at the waist in greeting then straightens, a hand resting on her hip only a handful of inches above the pouch she's sewn into the fabric of her skirt to house the kunai and shuriken she has with her. "Hello." She murmurs with a quick dip of her head to indicate her acknowledgment of the introduction.