She did love the cold of the region, and on this misty morning she had made plans with herself to have a cup of tea. She hated the feeling of the man made floor and streets as she walked about shoeless, at home in Kirigakure she spent as much time as she could outside of the village wandering the fields and forests and beaches. Sand and rocks and leaves had a more pleasant feeling on her bare feet, this was just. . . unnatural. Her footfalls made barely any noise as she walked along, eyes downcast as she tried to avoid interacting with anyone. She still wasn’t used to the smell of the place, the smoke billowing from the floating village causing her to wrinkle her nose and hold her breath. It was a relief when she finally made her way into the tea shop, taking a deep breath as the scents of tea leaves and flowers and herbs helped to clear her senses. Tentatively approaching the front counter she tried not to look like she needed help just yet, focusing her attention on the rows of glass jars that held dried and fresh versions of every tea and herb she could imagine.
“What can I get for you?” Sayuri would wince at the voice of the man behind the counter, it was kind and friendly, but also unfortunately directed at her. Her bright blue eyes would grow wider, like a startled forest creature and she would look around in a panic searching for some solution other than talking. The man was dressed in well made clothing, a bit older with greying hair, and the familiar look of concern that everyone had when they tried to speak to her. Releasing the folds of her long white gown that she had been clutching to help channel her anxiety, she would bring her hands up and mimic holding a cup and drinking from it, her usually pale cheeks touched with a crimson blush of discomfort. The man would smile gently and give her nod while turning and taking one of the jars off the shelf behind him. “Tea is it? Let’s see if you like this one.” He would remove the lid from the jar he held and hold it out for her to smell its contents. He was more patient than most and so Sayuri would lean forward shyly and allow the pleasant aroma to waft towards her, giving a quick nod of approval. The man would wink and set the jar down, beginning the process of preparing her tea, gesturing towards a seat as he did. “Why don’t you have a seat little miss and I’ll bring it to you when it’s done.”
With another quick nod the tiny blonde woman would turn and make her way to the small table in the corner that he had pointed out. It was made of curled metal, coloured tiles on the top of it forming a beautiful landscape scene, and had two chairs. Two. If she wasn’t certain that moving the second chair away would only cause more attention than she would like, she would have. For now there was no one else in the shop, but she imagined that as the sun rose that would change and she didn’t want to encourage anyone to sit with her. But with no better option she just hoped that she looked uninviting enough that people would leave her alone, so she sat in the chair that faced the door and took out her paper and pen, content to draw and forget the outside world.