... I'm stuck with that name now, aren't I?
[Truth be told, she doesn't actually sound displeased, and almost grins in the other woman's direction.]
I have been called much worse, so I'll accept it for now, neh~
[Truth be told, she doesn't actually sound displeased, and almost grins in the other woman's direction.]
I have been called much worse, so I'll accept it for now, neh~
Oh, I know quite a few people who would disagree with you there.
[Tamamo still looks kinda pleased? Grune has that magic she guesses]
But I prefer your company to all of them, and will take your word for it.
[Tamamo still looks kinda pleased? Grune has that magic she guesses]
But I prefer your company to all of them, and will take your word for it.
Making tea. You are more than welcome to join me.
I don't believe I've tried those, yet.
[Gaspu]
[Gaspu]
[grune that is probably a lot of cookies.
Tamamo is just watching from the sidelines, a cheek in her hand.]
Goodness, we need all of those?
Tamamo is just watching from the sidelines, a cheek in her hand.]
Goodness, we need all of those?
[That is a fair assessment
especially when tamamo gets a look at anything that's got frosting on it]
Oh! How about that one?
[pointing at a cookie that's honestly just fancy decoration and not much else, but look at her! Her ears are twitching]
especially when tamamo gets a look at anything that's got frosting on it]
Oh! How about that one?
[pointing at a cookie that's honestly just fancy decoration and not much else, but look at her! Her ears are twitching]
[She's been through this song and dance before -- sharing memories that are best kept secret. Monday and Tuesday were an absolute shitshow in every way, and not for the first time does Tamamo think to stay in her bedroom.
But it will do her no good to hide when there are things to do, information to find... She does her absolute best to avoid people at every turn, but it's when she reaches the gardens--]
My...mirror...?
[She is stunned, glancing backwards in the direction of her room before very slowly stepping forward towards the ornate mirror that hangs on one of the walls. Even with her entire soul warning her of the danger, Tamamo still lifts her hand as if to touch it.]
But it will do her no good to hide when there are things to do, information to find... She does her absolute best to avoid people at every turn, but it's when she reaches the gardens--]
My...mirror...?
[She is stunned, glancing backwards in the direction of her room before very slowly stepping forward towards the ornate mirror that hangs on one of the walls. Even with her entire soul warning her of the danger, Tamamo still lifts her hand as if to touch it.]
[Ah...
This is not ideal.
Tamamo has no chance to reply -- the barrier coils around them both before she can even move, and then the woman watches her precious mirror crumble into dust.
But when the fog around them clears, they appear to be in a festival instead of the gardens. The ground is dirty, the tents are crude, the weather is frosty, but the people are laughing and dancing to music and drink, while some others have split from the group, walking to a nearby temple.
Whosever perspective this is -- they follow the humans who disappear into the temple, talking quietly to themselves.
"I don't know why you humans bother. It's not as if I have control over the fate of your unborn child. Gods do not work that way."
It will be obvious in an instant: the voice belongs to Tamamo. And though it will be difficult to notice, given the first-person perspective, more than three tails swing back and forth. The normally teasing voice is detached and void of all emotion. On top of that, the humans who kneel in front of an altar do not seem to notice her, as if the fox talking to them is but a ghost.
The two humans -- a couple -- ask the altar for guidance, for prosperity, for a healthy child to love and nurture. The fox's tails twitch as if in agitation.
"I do not understand either of you. Always with these prayers. What happens to your child is no concern of mine."
A rather cold assessment coming from her. And still, the couple will pray at the altar until they have placed a small offering on top, and together they leave Tamamo standing there to stare at the gift. She drops her head, staring at the floor. The tips of nine, golden tails comes into view, illuminated in the darkness.
"I do not understand... you will likely both die in the winter. Your child will never know its parents, if it lives at all... Just how do humans continue to thrive like this...?"
Her voice is musing, wistful. Even sad. Tinged with a lonely jealousy.
"... Is that what love feels like, I wonder?"
-- And scene end with Tamamo pressing a hand to her temple, rubbing it. The barrier hasn't disappeared.]
Well... I suppose that could have been worse.
This is not ideal.
Tamamo has no chance to reply -- the barrier coils around them both before she can even move, and then the woman watches her precious mirror crumble into dust.
But when the fog around them clears, they appear to be in a festival instead of the gardens. The ground is dirty, the tents are crude, the weather is frosty, but the people are laughing and dancing to music and drink, while some others have split from the group, walking to a nearby temple.
Whosever perspective this is -- they follow the humans who disappear into the temple, talking quietly to themselves.
"I don't know why you humans bother. It's not as if I have control over the fate of your unborn child. Gods do not work that way."
It will be obvious in an instant: the voice belongs to Tamamo. And though it will be difficult to notice, given the first-person perspective, more than three tails swing back and forth. The normally teasing voice is detached and void of all emotion. On top of that, the humans who kneel in front of an altar do not seem to notice her, as if the fox talking to them is but a ghost.
The two humans -- a couple -- ask the altar for guidance, for prosperity, for a healthy child to love and nurture. The fox's tails twitch as if in agitation.
"I do not understand either of you. Always with these prayers. What happens to your child is no concern of mine."
A rather cold assessment coming from her. And still, the couple will pray at the altar until they have placed a small offering on top, and together they leave Tamamo standing there to stare at the gift. She drops her head, staring at the floor. The tips of nine, golden tails comes into view, illuminated in the darkness.
"I do not understand... you will likely both die in the winter. Your child will never know its parents, if it lives at all... Just how do humans continue to thrive like this...?"
Her voice is musing, wistful. Even sad. Tinged with a lonely jealousy.
"... Is that what love feels like, I wonder?"
-- And scene end with Tamamo pressing a hand to her temple, rubbing it. The barrier hasn't disappeared.]
Well... I suppose that could have been worse.
[I would non-ironically die for Grune but anyway--
That is a thing Tamamo just saw.]
... Grune-san.
Just... what are you, exactly?
That is a thing Tamamo just saw.]
... Grune-san.
Just... what are you, exactly?
I am wagering you are far more powerful than that. You apparently have spirits at your beck and call.
[Grune was called Master? Tamamo made the wrong call on week 0, should've allied with the hot lady]
[Grune was called Master? Tamamo made the wrong call on week 0, should've allied with the hot lady]
And what is it that you remember?
[The fact that she remembers anything is worth asking questions because that is. such a momentous occasion]
[The fact that she remembers anything is worth asking questions because that is. such a momentous occasion]

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