Tsk! This woman was making a mockery of her. She can hear a hint of condescending within the woman’s tone of voice that was veiled under her politeness. Caster already had lost her patience and decided to no longer return the favor in kind. Young Lady? Clearly, Caster was aware that she was far much older than the woman standing before her. She really was out to make enemies wasn’t she?
“I would watch your tongue,” Caster snarled. “If you insist on provoking me, I have no trouble to strike you where you stand, child.”
She spats her disdain already for her. She would forgive her for the moment. Hearing her question, she would only sneer in response. Her reasoning to be there? Well, that was a concern not meant for her. But she decided to answer her— without giving a single hint of her plans and reason to be,
“I’m here on business, as far what that business is…” She remarks. “You shall not worry yourself for. Unless you intend on getting in my way, I suggest you run along and play ignorance to what you see.”
Ah, that rise to anger. So quick. Truly, she had found a wonderful playmate for the evening. When she spoke next, Yuuka’s tone carried the amusement that she felt.
“Please, cut my bothersome tongue from my mouth, it has run rampant without my permission! Observe: Child? Now, now. Only a truly egotistical individual would call a grown woman a youth just by appearances alone. No, no, no. I am far older than you think I am. I am the Youkai of flowers. My existence is tied to them, and as old as them. I am a nightmare beyond the understanding of mortals, but I do my best to look presentable! Forgive me for this little game, child, but I so rarely get to talk to foreign folk.”
A chuckle befitting a noblewoman, the Youkai gave her parasol a twirl. Teasing was all well and good, but if this woman got violent she would have no choice but to... run.
She was breaking far too many rules to get away with a fight in the Outside World.
“Ah, I see. Business, private business. Then I shan’t pry. It is clear you do not want me to know, but I imagine some whispers would arrive at my door. I imagine it has nothing to do with the mass of magic weaving its way through this city, the fact I am talking to a ghost, or that a wish is on the line. Nothing. At. All?”
Yuuka turned to stride a few steps away from the Caster she was angering, smirk never leaving her face as she looked around their surrounding area with an inquisitive gaze. Her voice never lost its condescending tone, but there was a new gentleness to it. She was backing down.
“I have no intention of getting in your way, I am merely going to observe until time comes to return home. A wish? Disgusting. Mayhaps I shall go shopping, learn how humans live in these times. Maybe take one for a snack or two, their taste shouldn’t have changed throughout the centuries - even with all this ‘electricity’ nonsense all about. What say you, Madam Caster? Fancy joining me for a meal this evening? The flesh of humans is quite... invigorating.”
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