Ammy wandered, dancing occasionally and resting to watch the others at other points. This was a new type of festival, or at least that was as close as she conceptualized it. People dressed as if it were for a great Court, and yet the atmosphere was more like a matsuri in mood.
One scent though--so familiar and yet.. It caught her, and yes--faint, diluted, but there. Nippon, and Ammy followed her nose, making her way carefully through the crowd. Near enough to observe the young man, and a large looking glass. The scent came from him, and the Goddess-wolf recognized it now.
He was from Nippon; somehow, in his blood. One of her children, so far as she was concerned. No matter how far away, or how faint, his blood was from Nippon and so she would watch out for him. With that puzzle solved, other scents came to her from him. Distress, deep sadness and pain, and longing...
Moving closer around to his side, soft-padded footsteps to come and sit by him, looking between him and the glass. She did not see what he saw, only the young man reaching out to press his hand against the glass. A soft 'whuff' to gain his attention, if she could.
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One scent though--so familiar and yet.. It caught her, and yes--faint, diluted, but there. Nippon, and Ammy followed her nose, making her way carefully through the crowd. Near enough to observe the young man, and a large looking glass. The scent came from him, and the Goddess-wolf recognized it now.
He was from Nippon; somehow, in his blood. One of her children, so far as she was concerned. No matter how far away, or how faint, his blood was from Nippon and so she would watch out for him. With that puzzle solved, other scents came to her from him. Distress, deep sadness and pain, and longing...
Moving closer around to his side, soft-padded footsteps to come and sit by him, looking between him and the glass. She did not see what he saw, only the young man reaching out to press his hand against the glass. A soft 'whuff' to gain his attention, if she could.