[ Mikazuki would like to say he's seen weirder, but this ranks pretty high. It's not every day he sees someone use what he assumes is magic (??) to peel a cow. He hadn't even seen regular pens and paper before coming here. Part of him almost asks, but the wind is rising fast, whipping and howling against their surroundings loud enough to drown him out. And he begins to feel patters of rain on his hair and cheeks, just as freezing cold as the wind.
So whatever Rohan did, Mikazuki is willing to go along with it. He ducks against their new cow friend as it tanks the storm for them, one arm braced to its middle for stability. Bit by bit, the approach the outcrop of dilapidated buildings. ]
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So whatever Rohan did, Mikazuki is willing to go along with it. He ducks against their new cow friend as it tanks the storm for them, one arm braced to its middle for stability. Bit by bit, the approach the outcrop of dilapidated buildings. ]
It's really listening...
[ More to himself than anything. ]