[Doumeki! It sounds Japanese to Konoha's ears, but she's learned better in Lunatia than to just assume it without asking. And she much prefers asking things in person than over the strange network device, so!
Almost everything about Tsurugi Farmstead is outdated compared to the Prismal-run farms around it, and especially compared to the city proper. There's no robots, no automated machinery, no fancy greenhouses, just fields, a thatched roof storehouse, and a wooden home...]
Coming- !
[And the sound of... hooves? on wood following the ringing of the bell, the only warning her guest has before the proprietress comes into view. She's really tall for a woman, about seven feet if you counted the bun atop her head, but... the hindquarters of a bay mare that make up her lower half surely explains that.
Tucking some half-repaired leathers into the pockets of her apron, she gives a little bow of greeting before straightening back up with a smile and a curious cock of her head.]
Good morning! Are you Master Doumeki?
[He'd said he'd come by that morning, so surely... ?]
action!
Almost everything about Tsurugi Farmstead is outdated compared to the Prismal-run farms around it, and especially compared to the city proper. There's no robots, no automated machinery, no fancy greenhouses, just fields, a thatched roof storehouse, and a wooden home...]
Coming- !
[And the sound of... hooves? on wood following the ringing of the bell, the only warning her guest has before the proprietress comes into view. She's really tall for a woman, about seven feet if you counted the bun atop her head, but... the hindquarters of a bay mare that make up her lower half surely explains that.
Tucking some half-repaired leathers into the pockets of her apron, she gives a little bow of greeting before straightening back up with a smile and a curious cock of her head.]
Good morning! Are you Master Doumeki?
[He'd said he'd come by that morning, so surely... ?]