She had left Madrigal at the gates, insisting that they meet later once he had settled in, leaving him directions to a very nice hotel not far from the Mizukage complex. She planned to thoroughly enjoy his company later, but first she needed to see for herself what had befallen her village. Her crystalline white dress swished softly in time to the quiet padding of her bare feet along the streets. The gentle sounds of people closing up shops and scurrying home music to her ears, because it meant that she was unlikely to run into anyone as she travelled. There was a cool mist settling to the ground making the scene very ethereal and it helped Sayuri to imagine that she was actually alone.
The large white building came into view as she progressed towards the Mizukage complex, there were guards of course, but less than she thought there probably should be, not that she was an expert on the number of guards that were normally posted. Which was not surprising considering the mess that had been made of the Eastern Gates, the mess being actual people. She had heard that Hana Kaguya and Kyoji Hoshigaki had been killed, she was well read enough to assume why. Although she did live in a cave, certain events were common knowledge after a time. Like the sacking of the Land of Iron by Hana and Kyoji all those years ago, and more recently Hana being partially responsible for the attack on Moonspire. Not that Sayuri knew where those places were, but she could appreciate the savagery of the attacks. It was artful in a way, and her only regret about the events at all was not being able to see it in person.
Fixing a pleasant smile on her face she would walk up to the front entrance and nod at the two guards that stood watch. She was well known in Kirigakure, as both the Clan Head of the Yuki and as a Princess of the Council, so the guards simply looked at her and nodded in return before opening the door. She hadn’t expected any interference with her entrance, and was both pleased and disappointed when there wasn’t any. She would have adored the opportunity to sate her more murderous urges, it had been some time since she had satisfied them.
‘Soon, my Queen.’
With practiced ease she made her way through the halls, comfortable in navigating the architectural pride that often went with money. Arriving in the Mizukage’s office she would walk through the open door and into the unlit room. The room was not terribly interesting, and smaller than she would have liked. Though she had recently come to find enclosed spaces, no matter how large or small, somewhat distasteful. She much preferred the feel of the sea air on her skin. She went through everything on the desk, picking up and replacing every book, paper and knick knack she came across. Eventually she perched herself on the desk itself and amused herself with balancing the pens and pencils on their tips on the desk surface. She knew someone would come by, someone who had more answers than she currently did about what had happened. If things were changing then she wanted to be a part of it, needed to. Sero, Azrael and Jareth would expect nothing less as far as she believed.