"Do enjoy your visit, Fujiyama-san." Saya said, handing the older woman before her her papers as she spoke, honey-yellow gaze as bright and cheerful as her voice. Behind the old woman stretched a short line that merged into a substantial crowd of people, mostly merchants and their guards, all waiting to enter Kusagakure. The caravan had been an expected hassle, one that she and the other Gate Guards had handled before, regardless of the grumbling that came from the long hours of having to actually
work at their job rather than sit around reading manga or catching up on sleep.
I swear, they act like this is an awful job to have! She thought, scribbling down the woman’s name and information into her logbook as the line shuffled forward. Most of the other Guards chose to take down a visitor’s information while they were speaking with the person, but she preferred to do so after they had already passed inspection- it felt more personal that way, and allowed her to get a better read on who was entering into the village… as well as
why. She’d caught more than her fair share of criminals trying to sneak into Kusa by simply talking to them more than they expected- and when she wasn’t doing that, she still got to enjoy some fairly good company.
Another shape, vaguely feminine in form, crossed Saya’s peripheral vision as she finished writing down the older woman’s information, her gaze flickering up as she spoke, voice bright and cheery in a welcoming way that, nonetheless, held a fair bit of authority behind it.
"Hello there. If you could just hand me your papers…"O-oh. The Hono girl blinked, eyes going just a hair wide as she took in the woman in front of her; roughly of a height with her and slightly heavier, with dark hair and striking golden-brown eyes, there was a
presence to the woman that both captivated and set her on edge. There was nothing she could have concretely pointed to that made the woman stand out, nothing that would have put her as anything but unassumingly pretty, and yet…
"H-Hi." She said, blinking slightly as heat spiraled across her cheeks, unsettling her otherwise cheerful demeanor and infusing her voice with a degree of nervousness that made it hard for her to think. Just like with Umechika in Akazaya, her brain turned to mush, every clever and intelligent thing she could say or do slipping away as she looked down at the woman’s already offered identification, gleaning her name with a shaky smile before taking the card to better inspect it and see if she was on any list that would deny her entry.
"What… what brings you to Kusgakure today, Ayase-san?"ayase saki