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The delicate, flickering rays of genuine sunlight, and the wavering heat descending upon the back of her given form: With the smooth, dancing ringlets of apparent black standing out into each and every given direction, and the reminiscing tunes of apparent birdsong to accompany that of her stride; Mikoto would cautiously, yet slowly at such, proceed on further down the lonely path set ahead. With naught but the occasional critter to serve as her company, the ever so tense, if perhaps not even partly aggressive Mikoto would regardless scout about. The soft hues of her heterochromatic eyes scanning that of her given surroundings with the efficiency befit for a bird of prey..
Exhausted from her current travels and in the too dire need of a decent meal as well as some proper sleep; it had served with these notifications in mind that the outmost fatigued Mikoto had decided upon a momentary halt within the Land of Clouds, in spite of her wishes for the contrary.
With the weapons of her conduct neatly hidden away among the many a thick layer of soft fabrics, and the enforced act of a by far more friendlier display, the woman would move on, closing in on the apparent 'gate' as to which the village itself would appear as to lack. Slightly puzzled by such, it had served as with a minor sway of her head that Mikoto would divert her abnormal gaze upon the actual matter at hand and the possible dangers which could follow..

Halting in her current tracks, and with the nearly shimmering hues of her given gaze directed towards that of the shouting anbu, Mikoto would slowly, yet overly patiently at such; begin as to raise her hands. An act of conduct which in spite of it's suspicious nature, would be accompanied by the by far too unsettling smile of apparent blissfulness, the beckoning smile of a tired, yet, seemingly thriving young lady. “Aah, good evening!” She responded eagerly in spite of the actual question raised towards that of her being. The melodious tune of her speech carried a certain elegance about it, one enforced upon that of her otherwise deprived self to have the femme in question brought forth as more harmless than anything else. “The name's Kanade, a mere traveller seeking a warm bed for the coming night and a delightful meal as to go with it.” Chuckling softly upon the later, it had served with her cautious nature that the deserter had given up a false name to hinder any possibilities as to have herself recognized. The contradicting behaviour was astonishing to witness even for herself, thus, it would serve with her shoulders lowered in an outmost comfortable manner that the samurai remained idly in place as she awaited any further replies from the anbu which had first addressed her.