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[h1][center][color=crimson]Lorelai De Windt[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

There was something pressing upon Lorelai, carrying that implacable sensation that reminded her chillingly of the run-in with the gutless assassin who hadn't the decency to fight the students arrayed against her. It was softer then that, however, more a gentle nudge to try somewhere else, but that previous experience had her ignoring such impulses and press onwards. 

It immediately cost her the dango she had remaining. If this kept up she'd develop a phobia of barriers.

Her search turned upwards- More out of exasperation then a genuine belief some bird had swooped by with more grace then a swallow and snatched the dango- one to find...that was actually the case. A bird of an entirely different breed, to be clear, but a Tengu, plain as day. Lorelai had the misfortune of being assaulted with what could only be called a southern twang in the Tengu's voice, it's affable drawl countered by the dango being plucked from Lorelai's stick. 

[color=crimson]"What are you doing here, just laying about waiting to rob tourists of their food? How shameless! Are you going to steal the offerings from the shrines as well?!"[/color] The blonde barked, shaking a rueful fist up towards the avian youkai and wishing yet again she had her spear, if only to discipline her with a whack across the back of her hands.