Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-26068742-20170824003340/@comment-32868247-20170824013347

Quiet notes, softly threading through the winding breeze. Like the hundreds of voices carried away on the wind's breath, the sounds of her thrumming would serve to be no different. It was an odd day, the air coursing swiftly betwixt the village's many buildings like water in a ravine. Loose papers scattered down the sidewalk, catching under foot as she made her way down the main road. Banners picked up, swirling wildly round their posts and tugging harshly against the cords that held them fast against every open shop. Feet shifted, guiding further along; fingers shifted in tone, tips gently strumming against the strings of a lute as she kept her head low. A shower of golden, silky locks picked up on every passing gale, the occasional shock of blue or orange streaks of color mixed in as the young woman's hair swirled about her lithe form. Her head was down, her eyes closed to half-mast, the coral-colored hues beneath those long lashes barely visible as she looked down at her feet. Expressionless, pale lips parting ever so slightly on a sigh as the soles of her open-toed black shoes scuffed against an ashen stone street.

Long lines of golden chain circled the girl's neck, falling down over a white chiffon blouse. Layered over this was a blue corset, laced together with golden threads. This raised from the high waistline of a pair of form-fitting dark crimson pants. She was rather colorful, especially when one counted the string of gilded coins that belted around the girl's waist. Barely visible on her outfit were pale lines, embroidered into the fabrics of her loose-sleeved blouse and the corset. Glinting silver to the blouse, and a soft sapphire hue to the corset...one might never recognize the symbols unless they looked closely. Not that most would ever bother. The sound of a disturbance caught the girl's attention, and she found herself raising her head ever so slightly, lute lowering into a lazy cradle in her arms as she turned her gaze curiously in the direction of scuffling men. A...bathhouse? It certainly was not the oddest place to see a rowdy bunch emerge from, but it had her raising a brow all the same as a soft smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. What purpose could anyone possibly have, leaving a place of relaxation with such obnoxious energy? Pondering this, she slid out of the road, moving off towards one of the nearby shop stalls and clutching her instrument more closely to her chest as she wrapped her arms around it firmly. She doubted anyone would bother with her, and...they didn't. The moment the crowd passed, she stepped back out away from the shop and made her way once more into the open street, moving on once again. As nice as it was to wander aimlessly, she had come out here on an errand...