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Outfit
There was something about the power of a good story...
If told by the right person, in the right place and time, it held the power to take people to any place they wanted. They could be in the farthest reaches of a temple, to the deepest depths of the ocean...
It was capable of taking them to any and all locations, so long as one had the ability to imagine they could be there. The only limitation was the mind...and that was hard thing to break. Even within the worst surroundings...
In the outskirts of Sunagakure, the world seemed to have very little to find joy in. The ruins of the place that many once called home, having managed to remain, only to be the rumbled home for those that had little choice. It was a blind spot, but one that people were aware of, and many sought to avoid. In the end, if you hit rock bottom, you could always pick up a mat and find a home here. It was that, or take your chances further into the desert and find an empty ruin somewhere and hope not to be a lizard or a lion's next lunch.
There was little happiness here, but there was a small light within the darkness as the sun went down. Often, at least once a year, a traveler would come and sit among the people within the Outskirts. No one knew where the stranger came from, some...uncertain if he were a resident who decided to travel, or simply a man who was without a home. But he remained for one night...and each time he would tell a story.
He'd spin a yard of places far beyond Sunagakure, beyond Kaze no Kuni. He'd speak of treasures and wonders, and dangers that could chill the bone of even the most courageous of shinobi.
Most within the area would come and listen to him tell his stories, only having to give a small donation of a single Ryo to hear him. It was a modest price in all truth...though Arashi honestly thought he was ripping off people that already had so little to begin with. Not that she even bothered to pay in all truth.
Sitting upon a rooftop, the girl would look in and listen, her canines surrounding her as she figured better to be out of sight than to be in the eye of anyone. No need to cause a stir, and she was already less than approved of in the area since she had settled here a year prior.
But as she laid across her wooden crate, her eyes staring upward toward the stars in the sky, her ears would pick up on a word that seemed to be spoke of as the man spoke, his hands waving over the flame of a fire, eyes seeming to glow as he expressed a phrase that had been easy to recognize.
"Miracle..."
Her brow raised, prompting her to roll over onto her belly as she found herself falling off the side of the box and hitting the ground. Despite the small bit of pain, her small frame would manage to continue to scurry over to the edge of her rooftop haven, hushing her dogs as they seemed to follow after her as call of them looked down to the man.