![]() ![]() Surely someone possessed would not be wearing the face of a child delighted by puppet theater? ![]() Mona found herself hoping that she was mistaken, or that this was a scar of some great battle. Natsumi’s voice rose as she reached the peak of an argument between the widowed silk merchant and her noble lover, free hand gesturing as dramatically as any actor’s, and Mona spotted Lord Raphael paused in the middle of refilling his drink, enthralled by her sister’s performance. Next to them, Lord Raphael’s citrus and pine smoke was practically a subtle perfume, and Mona was not so unconscious of her dignity as to walk up behind him and start sniffing like a hound. ![]() Lord Donatello was not as chokingly powerful, but Mona knew that she would have the aftertaste of iron ore for the rest of the day. One would think the rider of oni would be obvious once located, but no Lord Michelangelo brought with him the feeling of choking upon wasabi and once you had struggled through that? More mountain pine and the taste of mushrooms. ![]() What she had hoped would be a simple piece of information gathering had turned into an attempt to not seem to the various attendees as if she was trying to corner Lord Hamato away from his brothers while trying to do that very thing. If nothing else came from today, Natsumi would be delighted by the reaction to her reading Mona kept repeating this to herself as she drifted amongst her guests, the image of a butterfly landing briefly only to flit away to the next and giving no preference to anyone. ![]()
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