It was definitely a strange place, the Dark Continent. Colorful birds flew through the air, and the air was wet and hot at the same time, making it rather difficult to breath. The verdant landscape was remarkably green, cause Tsukiko to wonder just why the continent hadn’t been converted into farmland yet. The amount of sunshine and the dampness of the air would make for great harvests annually, after all. The cart bumbled along the dirt path, and the ink-haired lady stayed within it, leaning against wooden wall beside Ophene. It was a minute difference, but, in the shade of the cart, it was slightly cooler than the windless warmth outdoors. Tetras’s suggestion was questionable in her eyes, what with having only one person be walking outside, but on the other hand, she could definitely understand why he wanted only one person to suffer out in the stifling heat.

After this, she will make an offering to the Great Spirits for rain.

An hour or so passed with Tsukiko watching the landscape change and the birds dance, before finally, the ‘uhuhuhu’ and the ‘oooooh’ noises itched her curiosity enough that she looked over. At the same time though, Ophene asked a question about the bird that just flapped away awkwardly. It was an ugly little thing, no grace at all in its design. Looking like a sad jester with its big, hooked beak and its morose black body, it wasn’t nearly interesting enough for Tsukiko to care about. Just one bird out of many. With a shrug, she replied in her normal, clear tone, [b]“Don’t think anyone here knows, seeing how this is probably exclusive to this continent. More importantly, what are you reading?”[/b]

With no bandits jumping out to assault this group of three ladies and one pretty boy, all Tsukiko could do was make idle conversation and fiddle with her long katana.

And, hey, she was fine with that as well.