[The nonplussed expression Matoba wears as the goddess excitedly waves to him betrays his usually controlled feelings in this moment. What an... unexpectedly energetic spirit; he was quite used to the lethargy that came from the gods in his era, bereft of the prayer that had once made them so commanding. Much like the exorcist community itself, a state of decay had settled over their world, turning many to rust and many more into monsters hardly in any condition to be called 'gods' anymore.]
[Apparently not this one, though; he watches the flowers bloom in her wake and supposes she was some sort of harvest or season-bringing goddess, at the least; the sunshine and warmth suggested an association with the Spring. (He recalls the gossip he had overheard that Natori had been contracted to seal or exorcise Fuzuki and Houzuki of Mt. Misumi not long ago... Apparently, this kami was not in such a sorry state.)]
You seem in quite high spirits, for having been brought to this place, [Matoba comments dryly before pinching the fluttering note in his fingers. What strange and impossibly powerful aura this one has; and it takes him a moment of staring at her words to fix his face. He should consider it fortunate that not only was this god willing to commune directly with humans, she almost seemed to be seeking it (all mischievous snowball-throwing considered). It was very ...different, from the sorts of gods Matoba was used to dealing with- thunderous beings whose arcane rules would see disaster upon the unlucky human that dared not to tread lightly around them.]
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[Apparently not this one, though; he watches the flowers bloom in her wake and supposes she was some sort of harvest or season-bringing goddess, at the least; the sunshine and warmth suggested an association with the Spring. (He recalls the gossip he had overheard that Natori had been contracted to seal or exorcise Fuzuki and Houzuki of Mt. Misumi not long ago... Apparently, this kami was not in such a sorry state.)]
You seem in quite high spirits, for having been brought to this place, [Matoba comments dryly before pinching the fluttering note in his fingers. What strange and impossibly powerful aura this one has; and it takes him a moment of staring at her words to fix his face. He should consider it fortunate that not only was this god willing to commune directly with humans, she almost seemed to be seeking it (all mischievous snowball-throwing considered). It was very ...different, from the sorts of gods Matoba was used to dealing with- thunderous beings whose arcane rules would see disaster upon the unlucky human that dared not to tread lightly around them.]
Are you seeking something?