The dull impact of wooden geta against the path would signal the approach of another. She would likely be seen far before she was heard though. The kimoni that she wore was an ornate, as if she was wearing a piece of art. Black, red, and white, with depictions of birds flying across the length of her silk robes gave the woman the appearance of someone who would be traveling to a formal dance of nobility rather than approaching the village’s gate, but this would be none other than Ei Kanagawa. She stood naturally at 5’3”, however the wooden blocks she wore as sandals gave her an extra two inches of height. Her skin was almost of an unearthly pale white, contrasting heavily with the glossy black hair she sported. Besides the variety of flowery hair ornaments she wore the woman appeared not to be armed, or carrying any other items of note. Not even a headband would mark her appearance, making her status as a shinobi difficult to confirm for any who weren’t aware of her by appearance alone.
Ei Kanawaga. A woman who had been a Jounin before the fall of Sunagakure, years ago. Now that the village has risen up again, there was a reason for her to begin taking on missions once again. Missions and students. An unfortunate distraction from her art, but a necessary one.
Inari would be analyzed as Ei approached. Psychical cues would be looked at based on just the way she would idly move. The way she breathed. The heaving of her chest with each breath, and the manner in which her throat moved ever so lightly as the air passed through it. The girl’s skin. The way she blinked. Her eyelashes. Her hair. Her ears. Her tail.
A smile would curve across Ei’s lips.
"A beautiful flower, aren’t you?"
She would approach the girl. Her partner. Ei would press her hands to her face, across her cheeks. It was an invasion of personal space. She would stroke across the skin, back into the girl’s hair. Ei’s hands would rest there for a moment, before moving to Inari’s wrists. They would be pulled up, and the girl before her would be arranged into a pose. Her arms would be stretched out. Her elbows bent. Her fingers would be examined. Each knuckle looked at. How the skin felt. It was akin to some sort of sudden, invasive medical exam. She would soon be finished, and then Ei would move on to the gates.
The gate guards, recognizing Ei on sight, would stand aside to allow her passage. They would look expectantly at Inari after that, wondering if she would follow.
[Exit -> Miracle Oasis]