Kyoto, Yamatai
Her eyes set her apart. They peered from under her hood cautiously as she passed the pedestrians in the street. The Yamataians did take notices because she was not Yamataian. Her distinct hopping gait set her apart, as did the flashes of blue skin as she passed them. Her curvaceous figure was poorly hidden by the alien linens she attempted to hide under. She did however move with grace, she seemingly floated over the side walk as she moved past the scentless artificial aliens. But she moved with purpose, and kept looking at a data pad.
Her clawed fingered danced over the pad, and she looked around nervously as if lost. Yamatai, more specifically Kyoto was a large city. But Sura was far to shy to even ask for any form of help from the insular Yamataians.
Her eyes set her apart. They peered from under her hood cautiously as she passed the pedestrians in the street. The Yamataians did take notices because she was not Yamataian. Her distinct hopping gait set her apart, as did the flashes of blue skin as she passed them. Her curvaceous figure was poorly hidden by the alien linens she attempted to hide under. She did however move with grace, she seemingly floated over the side walk as she moved past the scentless artificial aliens. But she moved with purpose, and kept looking at a data pad.
Her clawed fingered danced over the pad, and she looked around nervously as if lost. Yamatai, more specifically Kyoto was a large city. But Sura was far to shy to even ask for any form of help from the insular Yamataians.
