It had taken her a long time to get up the mountain, but if she was to find her hometown, she knew she'd have to begin a proper search, and in theory trying to spot it from above might work. Still, as she sat down to take a breather, she wondered if she would ever find her home before she died from starvation. Speaking of food, she'd reach into her clay pack and pull out her last unleaven bread. It took forever to make the darn thing, but it served it's purpose as she nibbled on the thing.
She took a moment to enjoy the world around her. For a Missing-Nin Diana was a strange woman. She was well into her 20s, bordering on 30 so she was somewhat past a normal ninja's prime, though not so far that she couldn't improve herself a lot more. She was a part of two diametrically opposed bloodlines, one that symbolized Order, the other Chaos. And she hated to fight. Sure she had to kill a few times, but they were in self-defense. Really if it weren't for a small mistake in the Land of Honey she probably wouldn't have even been on the radar, but it had happened, and now she was here.
Reactivating her admittedly pitiful Sensing Technique she'd place her free hand on the ground and see if for some reason Iwa was just buried under the ground, as it certainly wasn't a non-possibility.
Sensing Technique; -0.5 CP, 50m
49.5/50 CP Remains