Yami X Shizu RP

It was a relatively nice breezy day for the Villages of the land, even though clouds mostly devoured most of the blue sky the sun wasn't afraid to shoot it's warm beams through any crack of open space. For the Village of Moshuku many of it's residents were out and about the streets off to do whatever what Moshuku cats do, in this case the Village's Priestess Shizu was sitting beside a small well near the edge of town. It was a tiny old thing, most cats hardly even knew it existed anymore since the area around it became infested with all sorts of weeds and other undesirables such as old dried out moss covering most of the ground surrounding the object.
Though she didn't mind, in fact she was comfortably pressed up it's chipped stone walls flicking through a thin dull yellow paper book while humming quietly to herself. Unfortunately the chubby Priestess wasn't exactly one to sit still for long periods of time, especially when hardly anyone was around to keep her company during that duration of time.

Letting out a soft snort of annoyance, Shizu rolled over onto her back with book in paw, lifting it up toward the sky in order to block off any faint rays of sunlight as she continued to browse through pages aimlessly.

<sub><b>[ Yami | General | Moshuku Old Well ]</b><blockquote>The faint light which pierced through the dense white masses that floated about the sky felt warm on the oriental cat's back as Yami purred to herself in a soft hum. She'd be damned if she let anyone else hear the gentle sound, lest her warrior gawk or joke about her going soft, yet, in the seclusion of the village's outskirts, she felt distant enough to act freely. Her large ears twitched and her nose itched as the rather rough, jagged overgrowth scratched at her skin. However, her attention had quickly changed focus when the faint snort of another individual signaled that they were nearby. With her golden eyes dashing around, peering through the thin, protective slit of her bony mask, the general noticed the familiar appearance of the village's priestess boredly flopping around beside an old well.

She trotted over on firm paws and greeted the calico bobtail with a slightly bowed head and smooth alto. <b>"Fair weather today, isn't it, Miko-dono?"</b> Her tone in speaking to Shizuka was warm and friendly, but didn't stray from the path of formality.</blockquote></sub>