She had not long entered the village, heard the sounds of bustling villagers as they continued to trade fruit, vegetables, poultry and other assortments of food around the market place, each peice of food freshly made and native to it's region, their region. They seemed unnerved upon her entry, and resumed to keep their distance from her form as she moved into the market place.
Her phalanges twitched ever so slightly upon the tsuba of her Zanpaktou as she came to a halt, having heard the voice of another, a familiar voice of course. It was obviously directed towards her, she could pin poin the direction it was coming from almost instantly, it carrying enough vocals to reach her eardrums and therefore allowing her to pin point it's owner with ease.
Her frown spread across her features for a moment, upon hearing the first words of the speaker, the said expression spreading swiftly across her facial features, causing slight creases to be formed in her pasty like skin. She allowed a hant come up to her cranium. appendages pointing out as she scratched, mid ponder, upon the tip of her cranium.
She knew who it was upon almost an instance of hearing the voice, it's tone, it's vocals..The slight shifting of the owner's frame, and ofcourse, there was the clanking of the armour, the slight clattering of it's surface with his joints as his frame shifted absentmidedly. There was no mistaking whom this person was, and if she were not blind and if the bandages were not concealing her optics, she would indeed have greeted the man with a glare.
"So, long time no see," He had said, his words rugged, carrying barely enough vocals for her to hear, the very sound of his voice seemed to be like dragging a rusty nail down a jagged surface, she shuddered upon the thought, as if hearing his voice would bring about such a thought of a sound. She remained silent, as usual, as if to show her irritance of the mere fact of him conversing with her.
She wasn't suprised the slightest, that he had been here to greet her upon her return yet it now felt like the leisure walk through the miles of meadows to gain access to the village had indeed become a burden to her, he spoke once more, his words less rugged than the last, yet still seeming to be aggrivating to her ears.
"Alright, so we didn't leave on the best of terms, but we had good times, right?"
He seemed humerous in his words, yet a strong tone of seriousness seemed to block out most of this humerous tone. She remained silent once more, a slight flick of her appendage upon her zanpaktou's hilt seemed to proove, yet again that she was growing irritated.
She continued to remain aware to those around her, the bustling marketplace, the many villagers going about their day's work, trading tropic fruits and other foods and going about their businesses, yet her and the other warrior seemed to stand out in such a place, she could still sense the un-easyness of the people around her, the movement of their feet as their stride became misplaced upon seeing the two forms, them pivotting to find a safer route, a more distant stride from the two frames.
She even took note of the pick up in pace of the wind that now circled through the market place, the wind that caused little particles of stone and leaves to slowly circle around the feet of random passersby. She also took note, of the sun's rays upon her frame, the sensation of 'stuffyness' that the heat caused, yet this seemed to be toned down by the slight gale.
"Fine, be that way. I have brought a little preposition from Amana. You would want to see it, wouldn't you?" The man spoke once more, his words more comforting than before, she arched a brow upon these words, as to show her sudden interest, she was ofcourse, intruiged by his words.
Then the sound of rustling become obvious as the man reached into his pockets, pulling out a parchment and handing it to her, one hand came out as to greet the parchment, fingers trailing across the paper, she removed the seal with ease, pushing a finger swiftly across the parchment, several times as to read the brail. A frown now spreading across her features as she listened intently to his next words, her now, finally speaking.
"A war, you say? Hrm..Now that is interesting" Her words seemed cold as a serious expression dawned upon her features. The words themselves carrying enough vocals to travel through the air and reach only the man she was now conversing with, like she had trained it to do.
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