It was a bright and sunny afternoon, the breeze was a bit cool but otherwise the day was lovely. As most days were, as long as you only counted their loveliness by the effects of the weather. As a woman entirely dedicated to experiencing all the wonder of the universe, Zoe definitely counted the days as lovely. She had been constantly told that it was her calling to view things with a detached and logical outsider’s perspective. But she had never been able to. Somehow the beauty of the universe and its inhabitants demanded her sincere and emotional appreciation. Just as that afternoon demanded it. So she clothed herself in an assortment of fabrics that spoke to her; silk and leather, lace and ribbons. Interestingly and daringly draped over her so as to expose her legs and shoulders while simultaneously appearing as though they were one strong breeze away from exposing a good deal more. Her short skirt left little to the imagination, although the curious bits of metal and resins strung along her belt looked somewhat out of place on the otherwise black and gold outfit. Trinkets and mementos from her home world that she couldn’t bear to part with.
She had wandered a good portion of the streets of Kirigakure, her notebook in hand as she recorded everything she saw and touched. Because of course she touched everything. Zoe was a very tactile person, perhaps from centuries of not being able to touch the things she looked at, or simply because she didn’t know it wasn’t necessarily safe or polite. Either way, everywhere she went she would run a small hand over whatever she was looking at, excitedly recording the sensation once she was satisfied with her ‘research’. As luck would have it she had managed to find her way to a small flower garden, possibly maintained by the village, or happily vacant of its current tenders as she trespassed. She knew most of the species that she was looking at but she had never touched them, or inhaled their scents.
With a delighted squeal she would bound into a carefully curated row of roses and violets and kneel down among them. The smell was heavenly and she took her time to examine them all before taking out her notebook once more and recording her experiences.
‘Roses and violets. Far more beautiful and wonderful than could be described just by looking at them. The smell is divine, the texture is something that brings a smile to my face. The taste is delicious, although I think it’s one of those ‘acquired’ things. Like beer.’
Zoe had taken a rose petal and a violet petal and was thoughtfully chewing on both.
She had wandered a good portion of the streets of Kirigakure, her notebook in hand as she recorded everything she saw and touched. Because of course she touched everything. Zoe was a very tactile person, perhaps from centuries of not being able to touch the things she looked at, or simply because she didn’t know it wasn’t necessarily safe or polite. Either way, everywhere she went she would run a small hand over whatever she was looking at, excitedly recording the sensation once she was satisfied with her ‘research’. As luck would have it she had managed to find her way to a small flower garden, possibly maintained by the village, or happily vacant of its current tenders as she trespassed. She knew most of the species that she was looking at but she had never touched them, or inhaled their scents.
With a delighted squeal she would bound into a carefully curated row of roses and violets and kneel down among them. The smell was heavenly and she took her time to examine them all before taking out her notebook once more and recording her experiences.
‘Roses and violets. Far more beautiful and wonderful than could be described just by looking at them. The smell is divine, the texture is something that brings a smile to my face. The taste is delicious, although I think it’s one of those ‘acquired’ things. Like beer.’
Zoe had taken a rose petal and a violet petal and was thoughtfully chewing on both.