goldexperienced
ღ;; Where there was tranquility, there was a certain degree of loneliness upon the mountain she once roamed; in which the degree was at an almost unbearable high, for no mortal or youkai alike should've set foot onto the Mountain of Faith. To drive away civilians from the slopes and plateaus was to drive away any chance at real interaction when humans, bound by their fears and superstition, could never provide. And youkai, as a rule of thumb, were naturally fickle. It couldn't be helped -- she supposed that fortune, in this regard, did not favor her at all too.
And so Hina Kagiyama, goddess of misfortune only in name, sought not someone to speak with, but only those who would listen. Flowers, foliage and bramble, proved up to the task. And such an odd habit would be hard to break, passing time and keeping sane were another of these.
Before the sun would set upon the day, the woman took it upon herself to spruce up at least on of the flower beds around the hotel vicinity; weeding, watering the wilting petals, all the while she spoke of her day and all of the new things she was learning -- better to not pester the innocent with her woes. Though it seemed her content exchange with truly no one in particular had attracted some attention. Mid-sentence, a musing about the nature of electricity and how exactly humans manage to contain it successfully, she pause to glance up at the stranger, remaining in her kneeling stance -- for it would be rude to completely abandon polite conversation with the hibiscus.
"Is there something that you need assistance with, sir?" Although Hina hoped it wasn't to gawk or mock. She had her doubts, he seemed to be a serious fellow, but how could she know for sure? Humans were proving to be an unpredictable lot...