(So Yasha has a Theory, and she's decided that it's time to do a little more digging around. Kravitz had mentioned that the Storyteller usually takes other shapes and forms of animals, and the first thing that Yasha had thought of was the white wolf, mysterious and glowing in the dark that had guided her away from the temple where she had initially arrived, and safely to Ensо̄.
If she is secretly the Storyteller in disguise that would be great because Yasha has a lot of questions, but first: she has to find the wolf again.
She starts from Ensо̄, making her way out in a sort of circle from the mana pool she had arrived at. She's got another package of jerky this time to use as bait; she chews a piece as she walks, pleased with the crispness of the air, the silence of the walk. Even if she cannot find the wolf today, Yasha is more than happy to wander around exploring, so no harm will be done.)
[The wolf, surprisingly, is a bit hard to find for one that doesn't know her usual haunts. It'll take Yasha a while yet, but Amaterasu is tucked up nicely in a sunny patch of grass, napping and warming her fur after a bit of foraging. She's pretty dirty - her legs and underbelly are grey-brown with dust and dirt, and she smells a lot more earthy than normal, but she seems healthy and happy.
One each twitches to the sound of footsteps approaching, nostrils flaring as she picks up a scent. Yasha she hasn't memorized just yet, so she's a little tense when one eye opens, but her head picks up and her tail begins to wag when she sees who it is. She'll even shift sideways, showing off her belly and tucking her paws up to her chin.
(Yasha pauses at the sound of a tail thwacking against the ground, and centers in upon it. Here she is! Yasha is actually happy to see her too, outside of her inane Storyteller theories. Happy, dozy dogs are always going to rate pretty high up on her list.)
Hello again. (Her voice is soft.
is it inappropriate to give the storyteller a tummy rub..................... Yasha decides she's just gonna go for it. She crouches down and reaches out, and cards her hand through the dusty fur, gently at first, then gives her tummy a proper scratch.)
[It is never inappropriate to give a dog a tummyrub. Especially when one offers so nicely - that's what Ammy believes, anyway. All good dogs deserve tummy rubbies and all dogs are good dogs. She makes a happy noise in her throat and thumps her tail against the ground with a bit more fervor when Yasha gets a good itch she's been trying to get for days, panting as that large, strong hand seems to shake her just slightly.
There's a turn of her head, and a slight hum, as Ammy rights herself into a proper laying position when Yasha speaks in that soft, teensy voice of hers. Probably the only small thing she has on her person, in fact. It's cute, endearing actually, for suh a big lady to have such a small and meek voice. It's earning her points with the goddess, anyway. She tilts her head, flicking her ears and waiting for more.
(Honestly, this is just as healing for Yasha. Her expression softens when the dog wriggles happily underneath her hand. She likes Caleb's cat very much but he is a little more delicate– or at least, he prefers a gentler touch, or simply to sit someplace near you, perhaps curl up in your lap. It is nice to be able to pat something with a little more vigor, and wolves are obviously big enough to be a little more Yasha's speed. Big woman, big dog. A good match.
... Huh. There it is again. A perfectly timed head tilt, seemingly in response to what Yasha had just said. This only strengthens her resolve.
She looks at Ammy very seriously.)
I know who you are. I would like to ask you some questions.
[To be fair, Ammy loves attention period. A gentle rub or pat to the more intense scratches and rough slaps of a mighty hand against her flank - the kind that shake her body slightly with the strength behind them. Both are enjoyable in their own ways, for different reasons, and Yasha's company certainly has a good mix of both. It's both quiet, peaceful, but strong and stoic as well. Reminds her a lot of how Oki was, and the entire Oina clan to the Frigid North.
But as Ammy enjoys being lavished with said attention, she's stopped by the woman's words, blinking again as her ears point right up. She knows who Ammy is?! Really? That's...shocking, but also a bit exciting!! Not many know she's the reborn Sun Goddess, Amaterasu, after all. It's rare for even the people of Nippon to truly believe, and now an outsider does? It's nice to know her stories have been passed even to other worlds... Ammy lays on her stomach, unable to really hide the smile that tugs at her lips as she pants softly.
Haha, alright then, go on and ask your questions, Giant Woman, she'll do her best to answer them.]
(Oh, this is so good, this is happening. Beau is going to be impressed that she solved this one. Yasha doesn't know why that is the first thought to pop into her head.)
I want to know the best way to get home, and how to take other people with me.
(Well, she wants to know a lot of things but this seems like the least demanding question to start with... her hand has stilled where it was once running along Ammy's back.)
[There's a long, long pause, and the wolf blinks several times, then her jaw falls open and her head quirks to one side, an extremely confused sound erupting from her mouth.]
Hrrnh?
[She looks genuinely befuddled, and stares at Yasha in puzzlement, trying to discern how to even answer that. That's...not something she knows at all. Heck, if she did know, she'd have probably said her goodbyes long ago and left to the world that needed her. There is still much to do, to keep the peace back home in Nippon. Her journey may have ended, but her duty to her people is ever present, and she terribly misses a few faces...it's been much too long for her, hilariously enough.
Her head shakes from left to right. Sorry, but she has no idea how to answer that.]
(Oh, uh. Yasha just looks back at the... Storyteller? Wolf? It is probably indicative of something if she can't bring herself to refer to her as the Storyteller right off the bat. Either way, she is doing a very good pantomime of confusion, her head tipped over, her mouth slightly open.
Then, she shakes her head. Yasha blinks, and points a finger at her, a little accusingly.)
You understand what I am saying to you. (There's no question about it now, she can't pretend that head shake was her finding personification in Ammy's behavior. That was outright.) I was told by somebody here that the Storyteller likes to take the shape of many animals, and so I know-
(She sighs, and pinches the bridge of her nose. Pauses for a moment before she tries again.) Please. I just want to know how to get us home. You did not bring all of us here, and I... worry, that the others will not know where we have gone. We need to go back to them.
[Ah, now she gets it - it's a case of mistaken identity. Poor thing, she's going to be quite disappointed in just a moment, when Ammy describes to her that all her assumptions were incorrect. Yes, the wolf may be a god, and she may see the Storytelling as her brethren and a gentle friend, but they are in no way truly connected. She is trapped in this world just the same as Yasha is. Ammy lowers her head, ears holding down sadly as her eyes close, thinking on how best to explain.
A moment later, the wolf lifts her head and seems to pull from seemingly nowhere, reaching behind her back, a large scroll of paper. She unfurls with her nose and - Yasha can see for just a moment or two...drawings. Some incredibly detailed and beautiful works of art, watercolors painted on beautifully with extreme precision, and others very obviously that of a child - scribbles, crooked lines and a smattering of colors. She keeps going until she finds a blank spot, and touches her tail to the paper, drawing a picture of herself and the storyteller sitting side by side. It's not heavily detailed, but well enough to where the distinction can easily be made.
She glances at Yasha, just to see if she's looking, then back to the drawings. Two arrows follow after the two drawings - one pointing from the Storyteller to Ammy, and the other (just under the first) pointing from Ammy to the Storyteller. Another moment, a pause to look at Yasha, before a very large, red cross is drawn over the two arrows. Taking a step back from the still wet ink and paint, the wolf exhales through her nose and looks up at the large woman completely now.
(The display of deference, ears down, head bowed, only serves to make Yasha think that she's right. And then... something unexpected happens. The wolf produces a scroll of paper, rolls it out across the ground, and Yasha leans close in order to look at it. There is a lot to look at: the scroll is absolutely covered in art. Some of it elaborate, beautiful. Yasha can only stare, her mind racing. Is this part of it? Is the Storyteller about to spill all of her secrets? Is this a means of communication?
Unfortunately not. As Ammy dips her tail into nothing and draws for her an explanation, Yasha watches in utter silence, drinking it all in. As the arrows are penciled in she follows them off the page and toward Amaterasu herself, slowly piecing everything together. To look back at the scroll and see the large red cross...
Yasha flusters abruptly.)
Oh.
(She gets it. The meaning is very clear, especially with the wolf gazing up at her at her like that, expression surprisingly sober. Even if she is not the Storyteller as Yasha hoped, there is something else going on here.) Um. I'm... sorry, I thought...
(She's really not sure of what to say! She's embarrassed, gripping her arm loosely as she looks away from the paper and ink.)
[Ammy shakes her head slowly, looking a bit sheepish. There's no need to apologize, it should be her saying she's sorry. This poor woman hoped to get answers from a whole other god, but Ammy is not the one she seeks, nor is she the one who hold the answer. In fact, she barely knows if the Storyteller themselves even has all the answers to everything. They've said, again and again, that they were never the one to take people from their home worlds, and they've been working on simply making things comfortable for those that have.
They're all searching for answers, really.
Still, Ammy feels like she should offer something to this stoic stranger, for dashing her hopes of return so badly. She flicks her tail again, but this time no words or portraits appear on the scroll...but instead, a cluster of small, purple flowers appears magically, as if blooming right off the paper itself. It's a purple hyacinth, the flower that symbolizes apology and forgiveness. It's not much, but it's what she can offer.]
(Yasha does not know the specific meanings of flowers, but she does know the offering of a gift when she sees one. The flowers immediately catch her eye, and she stoops down to pluck them from- what feels like straight out of the scroll. They are real enough. She twirls the stem gently between her fingers, and her gaze softens.)
... They're beautiful.
(She has her book, tucked away into her tunic as always. She pulls it out, and gently flips through the pages until she finds a safe space for the bloom, pressing it neatly inside. She doesn't shut the book for a long moment, simply admires the vibrancy of the petals against the starkness of the paper. Then, she snaps it closed again.)
Thank you. But I... I don't have anything, to give in return.
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If she is secretly the Storyteller in disguise that would be great because Yasha has a lot of questions, but first: she has to find the wolf again.
She starts from Ensо̄, making her way out in a sort of circle from the mana pool she had arrived at. She's got another package of jerky this time to use as bait; she chews a piece as she walks, pleased with the crispness of the air, the silence of the walk. Even if she cannot find the wolf today, Yasha is more than happy to wander around exploring, so no harm will be done.)
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One each twitches to the sound of footsteps approaching, nostrils flaring as she picks up a scent. Yasha she hasn't memorized just yet, so she's a little tense when one eye opens, but her head picks up and her tail begins to wag when she sees who it is. She'll even shift sideways, showing off her belly and tucking her paws up to her chin.
Hello, there, giant woman. c: ♥]
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Hello again. (Her voice is soft.
is it inappropriate to give the storyteller a tummy rub..................... Yasha decides she's just gonna go for it. She crouches down and reaches out, and cards her hand through the dusty fur, gently at first, then gives her tummy a proper scratch.)
I've been looking for you.
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There's a turn of her head, and a slight hum, as Ammy rights herself into a proper laying position when Yasha speaks in that soft, teensy voice of hers. Probably the only small thing she has on her person, in fact. It's cute, endearing actually, for suh a big lady to have such a small and meek voice. It's earning her points with the goddess, anyway. She tilts her head, flicking her ears and waiting for more.
Looking for her? Well, you found her. What's up?]
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... Huh. There it is again. A perfectly timed head tilt, seemingly in response to what Yasha had just said. This only strengthens her resolve.
She looks at Ammy very seriously.)
I know who you are. I would like to ask you some questions.
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But as Ammy enjoys being lavished with said attention, she's stopped by the woman's words, blinking again as her ears point right up. She knows who Ammy is?! Really? That's...shocking, but also a bit exciting!! Not many know she's the reborn Sun Goddess, Amaterasu, after all. It's rare for even the people of Nippon to truly believe, and now an outsider does? It's nice to know her stories have been passed even to other worlds... Ammy lays on her stomach, unable to really hide the smile that tugs at her lips as she pants softly.
Haha, alright then, go on and ask your questions, Giant Woman, she'll do her best to answer them.]
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I want to know the best way to get home, and how to take other people with me.
(Well, she wants to know a lot of things but this seems like the least demanding question to start with... her hand has stilled where it was once running along Ammy's back.)
Please, (she adds, after a beat.)
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Hrrnh?
[She looks genuinely befuddled, and stares at Yasha in puzzlement, trying to discern how to even answer that. That's...not something she knows at all. Heck, if she did know, she'd have probably said her goodbyes long ago and left to the world that needed her. There is still much to do, to keep the peace back home in Nippon. Her journey may have ended, but her duty to her people is ever present, and she terribly misses a few faces...it's been much too long for her, hilariously enough.
Her head shakes from left to right. Sorry, but she has no idea how to answer that.]
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Then, she shakes her head. Yasha blinks, and points a finger at her, a little accusingly.)
You understand what I am saying to you. (There's no question about it now, she can't pretend that head shake was her finding personification in Ammy's behavior. That was outright.) I was told by somebody here that the Storyteller likes to take the shape of many animals, and so I know-
(She sighs, and pinches the bridge of her nose. Pauses for a moment before she tries again.) Please. I just want to know how to get us home. You did not bring all of us here, and I... worry, that the others will not know where we have gone. We need to go back to them.
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A moment later, the wolf lifts her head and seems to pull from seemingly nowhere, reaching behind her back, a large scroll of paper. She unfurls with her nose and - Yasha can see for just a moment or two...drawings. Some incredibly detailed and beautiful works of art, watercolors painted on beautifully with extreme precision, and others very obviously that of a child - scribbles, crooked lines and a smattering of colors. She keeps going until she finds a blank spot, and touches her tail to the paper, drawing a picture of herself and the storyteller sitting side by side. It's not heavily detailed, but well enough to where the distinction can easily be made.
She glances at Yasha, just to see if she's looking, then back to the drawings. Two arrows follow after the two drawings - one pointing from the Storyteller to Ammy, and the other (just under the first) pointing from Ammy to the Storyteller. Another moment, a pause to look at Yasha, before a very large, red cross is drawn over the two arrows. Taking a step back from the still wet ink and paint, the wolf exhales through her nose and looks up at the large woman completely now.
We are not the same being.]
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Unfortunately not. As Ammy dips her tail into nothing and draws for her an explanation, Yasha watches in utter silence, drinking it all in. As the arrows are penciled in she follows them off the page and toward Amaterasu herself, slowly piecing everything together. To look back at the scroll and see the large red cross...
Yasha flusters abruptly.)
Oh.
(She gets it. The meaning is very clear, especially with the wolf gazing up at her at her like that, expression surprisingly sober. Even if she is not the Storyteller as Yasha hoped, there is something else going on here.) Um. I'm... sorry, I thought...
(She's really not sure of what to say! She's embarrassed, gripping her arm loosely as she looks away from the paper and ink.)
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They're all searching for answers, really.
Still, Ammy feels like she should offer something to this stoic stranger, for dashing her hopes of return so badly. She flicks her tail again, but this time no words or portraits appear on the scroll...but instead, a cluster of small, purple flowers appears magically, as if blooming right off the paper itself. It's a purple hyacinth, the flower that symbolizes apology and forgiveness. It's not much, but it's what she can offer.]
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... They're beautiful.
(She has her book, tucked away into her tunic as always. She pulls it out, and gently flips through the pages until she finds a safe space for the bloom, pressing it neatly inside. She doesn't shut the book for a long moment, simply admires the vibrancy of the petals against the starkness of the paper. Then, she snaps it closed again.)
Thank you. But I... I don't have anything, to give in return.