In all her travels to and fro upon the earth Hisame has neither seen nor heard of the place Magnixx is from; even the name is foreign to her multi-lingual ears. His talk of volcanoes spurs a flashback of a hike with her and her late fiance through the forests at Mt. Fuji; they had navigated the labyrinthine sea of trees known as Aokigahara and scaled the mountain's heights to stand on top of the world in all its vastness and splendor. No feeling can compare with that triumphant yet humbling experience; of course, it's now a tourist attraction anyone can enjoy for a fraction of the effort so only the truly ambitious dare to mimic such an adventure. 

He diverts her attention to the buildings in the backdrop: a barn, farmhouse and silo; surely places where one might find board, bread and brew... assuming those living there, if any, are hospitable. She nods in agreement and he turns to reveal another curiosity in the form of the wings he wore like a twin cape of feathers. Memories of angelic stories come to mind and thoughts slither toward the fantastical if not outright silly. However if he is such a being then there is a chance; a sliver of hope he may be able to relieve her of a particular burden. It's why her lips grin with white teeth and her eyes gleam in refreshed optimism. After all, if he is even just a king, she may be granted access to nearly anything; something to unlock the shackles once and forever.

The repetitive clangor of his perfectly gaited steps on earth is like a hammer to an anvil but somehow soothing; like a countdown ushering away an old year as the new rolls in. Such a feeling only grows when they halt before the massive doors of the barn – ignoring the proper procedures of checking the house – and he parts the red ingress by force; like a veil ripped and strewn aside with hard, wooden thuds. Hisame has to swallow the laugh tickling her throat as they enter the shadowy interior sliced by dusty bars of leaking light. 

Within is everything to be expected: bails of hay, a wall full of farming tools; a tractor and empty stables; the odor of rotting wood and other neglected duties flaring her nostrils while she looks around to note each sign of abandonment. Hisame wonders if his senses of the unknown are a bit keener to trespass as he did without fear or reprisal; then again no farmer would go against a man such as he: the professed king now sitting on a throne of straw. Soon enough the lonely lord aches for a queen and pats the bedding nearby.

He'd notice her school-girlish expression by now but she can't care; the forgotten feeling of being alive compels her left hand to cast her weight aside. The katana lands with a loud clang of protest she hears as a victory bell; then she moves to him in a jubilant frolic and stands at his dexter before turning. The soft skirt of her kimono is guided around her knee with one hand as she lowers to kneel beside him, leaning in to let their shoulders touch while palms lay astride; to feel the cold metal of his armor through the silk. There she listens to the strong lilt speaking suggestion to search; an inquiry of familiarity that has her shaking her head with a soft stare, saying, “In truth I am a foreigner myself. I understand the basics of this country and how to live in it; the workings of a home, cooking and cleaning are only different from my homeland in style, approach and tradition... but...” Her eyes dart left at the open egress. “Ask me where the local market is and I'd find myself lost for words...”

Hisame looks back at him bashfully, similarly speechless at how easily she's opening herself up; perhaps it is the hope, as they say, which lights up her seemingly perpetual night. A spark of hot, electric emotion pumped from her heart and through her veins like magma, urging her completed reply. "Now that we're at rest, please tell me what it is you desire, O King..." She dips her face to bat her lashes seductively. "It will be my pleasure to serve you in every way you wish."