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“Yes let’s go with that.” Harune’s voice was quick to chime in, accepting the words as a sort of leveling ground for them to speak. Less questions to ask meant more time to relax and accept ones new surroundings. “Hmm where are you?” The woman’s tails curled around to her front, resting across her lap as she allowed the monstrous woman to take in everything little by little.
The silence between them would be accompanied by the sound of bamboo clicking as water passed through its structure outside, no animals, no wind, just a subtle quite sound. Almost peacefully joined by the traditional mat floors, the small table Harune would nestle at, and the many other odd chairs, cushions, and seats to take. “You’re not ‘home’ if that’s what you’re trying to find out, far far from it. Relation wise? Never would your place and this place meet, but accessibility wise….you’re at a gateway to many places..Both that you know of, and others you couldn’t fathom.”
“If you could, might you sit awhile. Its easy to leave and enter here, but for stability sake…a guest but remain for at least a day. Too many arrivals and departures could ruin the fabric and very nature of this getaway.” Her hand slightly gestured to any of the seats, both beside her fluffy tails and across from her, even those at the far end of the room. “My name is Harune by the way, yours? And would you like a drink? Anything you could wish for.”
A cryptic answer for a cryptic place. Ozen decide to file it away as another miracle of the Abyss. It was easier than trying to decipher exactly what the fox lady meant. Her eyes settled on the woman’s tails. Watching them move was bizarre, but so was meeting a human with physical traits of creatures. Ozen didn’t know what being a kitsune exactly entailed, but at least her host was sentient and resembled a human for the most part.
The same hospitality could not be said of beasts of the Abyss.
“Harune...” Ozen tested the name on her tongue. “So a foreigner.” Nevermind that she was the one foreign to this place. “I am the Unmovable Lord. I come from Orth, the city of the Abyss.” She peered through the thin veil of mist towards the seated woman, and gauged the offer. Harune has yet to give her any reason to suspect foul play, but the situation was far too odd, and a delver was always watchful for the prospect of death when faced with strangeness within the Netherworld. However, a delver was also insatiably curious. Even White Whistles could not ignore the allure of mystery.
Ozen weighed her options, and figured she should at least look around. She strode through the entrance, and paused before the step leading into the rest of the interior. She looked down at the mats covering the place, and slipped her gigantic pack from her shoulders.
“I am heavy, especially armored.” She plopped her pack down. “Will your flimsy flooring carry me?”
