[ Oh. That was actually really convincing. Mikazuki has his bright blue eyes peeked out from beneath the threshold of the cloak as it lays low against his brow, considering that talent as he looks at Nami. Anything that can get him out his penchant for trouble is a thing worth protecting — so he thinks, anyway.
His gaze eventually trains forward as the crowd thickens and grows louder. Shamans chanting their prayers and blessings, the beat of dragon wings. It smells like foliage and fire up here, the smoke from incense tickling his nose.
Once they shuffle into line, close to the Altar where the pact pairs stand, Mikazuki shifts beside Nami to spy the gathering of items — mortar dishes filled with crushed herbs and salves, various ingredients and other tools to make medicines. It looks like a few of the shamans are blessing them to increase their potency. Any of that would probably do if they could make it out of here with them. With a touch to her elbow and a nod, he keeps his voice low. ]
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His gaze eventually trains forward as the crowd thickens and grows louder. Shamans chanting their prayers and blessings, the beat of dragon wings. It smells like foliage and fire up here, the smoke from incense tickling his nose.
Once they shuffle into line, close to the Altar where the pact pairs stand, Mikazuki shifts beside Nami to spy the gathering of items — mortar dishes filled with crushed herbs and salves, various ingredients and other tools to make medicines. It looks like a few of the shamans are blessing them to increase their potency. Any of that would probably do if they could make it out of here with them. With a touch to her elbow and a nod, he keeps his voice low. ]
That's it.
[ A table full of dollar signs. ]