prismatica | text | un: konoha

is this not presumption of i?
i want to be much good hostess for visit to make apology but now could not do...

Well...Perhaps you will let me come for two visits instead of just one, then?

Really, I don't mind. I'd say I'm quite an expert on the matter of legs! I doubt you'd find someone more qualified than I!

if
if is truly not a trouble...

i still try to be good hostess as human shape woman also.

Well, I do appreciate it. Tell me, do you have any human shoes? and where is your farmstead?

no i has no human shoes

TSURUGI FARMSTEAD is here!

[location ping, sent!]

Please try not to move around too much! I'll be there in a bit!

[And he is, after a stop to a boutique. He'd bought a couple pairs of simple boots, not entirely sure of her size but able to guess at it. He steps through the gate and looks around the buildings, making an impressed sound. He hasn't seen many places like this, and he likes finding new places.

He wanders around, until he sees her through one of the open doors and waves over, approaching. She's...so small!]

Hello!

[Konoha might not have ever given that much thought into what she'd look like as a human, because that would obviously never happen... but in the brief moments of thought she had spent on it... she hadn't imagined herself quite so small. That's what happens when you're used to towering over everyone as a near seven foot tall centaur... without the wherewithal to imagine yourself comparatively and realize that you were very much on the smaller side of a mountain breed mare.

Which means the human? woman that is sitting on her knees just inside the open doors of the wooden farmhouse is... barely five feet tall. Maybe just a bit over, if you count her bun hair style. She might not own shoes but the kimono she usually wore could be let out longer so at least she's still decent, a house apron tied around a now smaller and less leads-into-equine-shoulders waist.

At the sight of her guest, though, she abruptly... reddens even more than she kind of already had been while expecting him (remembering... their last encounter). And almost slams her face into the floor in her haste to bow her apology in person and greeting both as she gestures for him to enter.]

Master Ianchus... H- Hello again! Please, come in- !

[Whaaaa! She's so small, especially considering the way she'd towered over him before. She's even smaller kneeling like that! Ianchus turns to trot toward her, waving an arm.]

Hello again! You weren't wrong about the legs, ah?

[He hurries, kind of uncomfortable with the bowing...and of course, he doesn't know about the custom of taking shoes off, stepping up onto the platform.]

N- No, I definitely wouldn't make up something so weird, I promise- !

[She straightens up once she's done her initial bow at least, though she planned to do an even better one when she properly apologized after getting him into the house. Which she reaches out to help facilitate-

Expect he just steps up from the dirt floor on the wood and she belatedly remembers some people did this, hands flailing a bit helplessly as she reaches for his feet.]

Ah, wait, please- ! Let me take your shoeeek!

[Her unfamiliarity with this new up and down, narrow form doesn't make moving easier, and in her haste what should have been a reach forward becomes... a sprawl forward between his ankles with her bare feet sticking up awkwardly behind her in her toppled seiza position.]

Gah!

[He stumbles a little,a nd then immediately kneels down trying to catch her, though a little too late, and he just ends up holding onto her shoulders after the fact.]

Are...you okay? [It must be really bad if she's falling over while sitting.]

Mmm...

[Let her just... stay with her face down on the floor for a while so no one can see how embarrassed she looks...

But she does shift her shoulders beneath his hands in order to awkwardly... put her hands on his shoes.]

In... In my world, we take off our shoes in the entranceway... It's the wife of the house's job... to take the guests' shoes...

[She can explain, see... ? While her weird toes flex in the air, one foot brown-skinned and the other vitiligo-esque pale in what looks like a translation of her left back leg's white sock to human form.]

Ah...!

[He has visited places like that...literally once. Gently, he pulls his shoes away to sit down, legs pointing outdoors. Into her outstretched hands, he instead places the box.]

My apologies. These are a little... [Long, coming up over his knees] So I'll take these off...in the meantime, see if those look like a fit for you? [If she opens them, there'll be a simple pair of laced soft leather ankle boots.]

[He might have asked her if she had human shoes... But Konoha somehow hadn't expected that to actually mean that when she awkwardly picks herself off the floor and gets back onto her rear that he would give her something.

... Admittedly, his shoes did look complicated, even if she should be the one to do them... now she has to open this box...

And find. What to her, in her world, would be a rather expensive item??? Not straw, but leather? Not even thongs of it, all leather???]

Wh- Master Ianchus, I can't accept these... They're too nice, and I'm the one who wronged you-

Edited 2020-11-27 01:45 (UTC)

Nonsense, nonsense...do not worry about it, it is no trouble at all.

[He works the catches off easily, putting one boot aside and starting on the next. His hands hesitate for just a moment, something sneaky in his eyes before he sits up again, smiling, both shoes off now.]

Besides...ah, where I am from...well, it is considered a little rude to refuse a gift.

[That's not even entirely a lie, really.]

[She can’t actually argue with him about it in Lunatia, she supposed... not when they got money just for exchanging chroma with people, and... well, they’d technically... given each other... plenty of. Currency. Earlier.

Still, she almost splutters into a further if not weaker protest before. Oh... well if it was his custom...]

Th- Then I humbly accept!

[Bowing low over the box, she’s careful this time not to topple before she carefully pulls the shoes out and sets them in the entranceway by his, ready for when she next had to go out. Which meant she had to stand next, give her a second-]

Please, come in— it’s not a full meal but I do have tea and snacks, at least- !

[Bow-legged as hell, overcompensating for what she thinks she might need to do with two legs more than any problem with the legs themselves, which are well-muscled and reliable as her normal body beneath her kimono, she manages to stand by bracing against a wooden pillar before gesturing him further in to the home’s main room, a simple affair centered around a sunken hearth surrounded by comfy cushions with an awaiting tray of tea and dumplings.]

[She's having quite a bit of trouble, despite how nice those legs of hers look...and the hearth is a ways away, isn't it? Instead of going straight there, he moves over to her, putting a hand between her shoulder blades.]

Ah, I beg pardon.

[And then, with one easy motion, he sweeps her up into his arms, in a perfectly-executed princess carry. She's much heavier than her small frame would suggest...certainly the physique of a farmer.]

[The touch draws her gaze up, thinking he was about to offer his shoulder or something-]

Wh-

[And then she’s. In his arms???

Confused, she at least automatically wraps her arms tight around his neck, instincts telling her she’s going to fall because what human can pick up a jinba except no she’s not a jinba right now, she’s... a very well built human lady yes, heavy from muscle if not height.]

I- Sorry, you didn’t have to I can kind of walk now, I promise- !

[Oh, he still had that nice smell, even with her fuller human senses.]

Now, now. Rude to deny gifts, remember?

[He hefts her easily, and then walks over to the sitting area, kneeling to gently set her down on one of the cushions, where he suspects they're supposed to sit.]

Do not worry. It takes humans a year to learn to walk, after all. It's not an easy thing. [Maybe he's teasing a little.]

I- I’m not a baby, though- !

[She does protest at the joke with red cheeks, she can’t help it, even as he sets her down on the cushion and she hastily tries to rearrange her kimono and get modest again.]

Ah, but are you not a newly-minted human?

[At the very least her being so flustered is keeping her from trying to apologize to him more, or act modest, or anything like that.]

If it makes you feel better, though...my first time on a ship, at the strapping, well-trodden age of twelve...I spent most of it either on my hands and knees, or clinging to the rigging.

Well, yes, but-

[But... !

Her protests die off slowly as she awkwardly arranged herself back to sitting... not quite a perfect seiza, it felt weird, but good enough for her to stabilize and nibble into her lip to shush herself as she focused instead on serving, pouring a hot cup of the nicer green tea she kept for guests and plating up a red bean-filled dumpling.]

So you... spent a lot of time on the sea, then?

[It occurs to her (again) now that... she knows practically nothing about him. She knows his name, that he doesn’t like horses, that he was kind when she’d pretended to be distressed... and, well. She knew what his cock tasted like. And felt like.

So just. Don’t mind the permanent look ruddiness in her cheeks.]

I did. My country was an archipelago on the Cephea so I grew up surrounded by it, but I took to sailing...or, well, at that age, it was simply tagging along on the Guards' ships in the harbour, or my...brother's, but when I became a little older I was able to join on with crews who would take me.

[Oooh! Food!]

Ah! What is this, then?

Ah... this is green tea, and these are kuromame daifuku. They’re pounded rice and black bean, and the inside is red bean paste...

[On instinct she just rattles off the ingredients before realizing oh, was that even helpful? If he didn’t know it...]

It’s sweet enough to offset the tea but not as sweet as the sorts of treats the city people prefer...

[Only once he’s served does she see to her own, returning to the seas.]

I’m from the mountains myself... I never thought I’d ever see the ocean, even tho my land is technically an island...

Mm. Have you seen it, then? There's a nice beach near the city, though it's nothing like the one back home.

[He's sniffing the tea, nodding a little, before pressing his lips against it, making a noise. It's not how he'd expected it, but it's not bad...it reminds him of the warm drinks some of the Company members would make from herbs, to warm up the body on bitterly cold mornings. He takes a little bite of the bun, finding the somewhat sweet, thick paste inside rather delightful on his tongue.]

Oh, this is interesting!

Mmm, I have here. It's as big as the stories said... really beautiful but really scary, too...

[If they said you had to respect the sea, well, Konoha certainly did. Feared it a little, in the way of those who didn't grow up near anything larger than a big pond or river... it looked so deep and infinite...]

I'm glad you think so... I'm sorry I can't cook you a more proper meal to apologize, I kept falling over and the kitchen just seemed like the last place to be doing that...

[Despite her good intentions and gumption, she wasn't that stupid... She shouldn't be wielding cooking knives while this unsteady on two new feet and a narrower waist and a strangle small and upright hip...]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject