[color=f7941d][/color][color=f26522][/color][right][img]https://i.imgur.com/Qj8Wb8D.png[/img][/right] [h2][color=f26522][u]First Night, Kyoto Forest[/u][/color][/h2] Interacting With: [@Digmata] ---------------------------------------------------------------------

There was no need to answer the first comment about being victorious. There was no doubt that they would win this war. Their abilities were more unique, but that didn't make them less powerful. A servant as famous as Arachne meant that this war was as good as hers. She spoke disrespectfully, twisting one of her hands in a gesture.

[right][b][color=f26522]"I thought I shouldn't let something like that sit and rot. My magic needs me to keep the spirits happy. Whether they're from my home or here; a little tribute to the locals can't hurt."[/color][/b][/right]

One eyebrow raised as she saw the cloak masterfully woven out of seemingly thin air. Even without magical detection, she could tell it was something different from ordinary clothing. The Greatest Weaver of Greece didn't make something that was lacking. Her eyes followed it into the air as she tossed it up.

Only to suddenly get yanked forward as it landed on her shoulders. Stumbling forward a step and only barely managing to catch herself from falling directly into her servant, she found herself almost nose to nose. Staring into the bright violet eyes, she let a moment pass. Before her mouth decided to speak her brain could think better of it.

[right][b][color=f26522]"Watch out, Caster. The last time I was this close to someone, we were late for work in the morning."[/color][/b][/right]

Mentally facepalming, she kept her face straight as she stared Caster down. After a few moments, they were apart again, leaving her to inspect the cloak further. She had to admit that it seemed exceptional work; especially for something created so quickly, and seemingly from nothing. There was only one problem she could see with it.

[right][b][color=f26522]"Fine work, but it's a little conspicuous in the modern day. Not many people go wandering around in cloaks after all. You designed fashion for yourself, you couldn't have designed a coat or poncho instead?"[/color][/b][/right]

She kept her eyes on Caster as she raised one arm, holding the cloak. For dramatic effect, she wiggled the cloak in her hand; sending the material rustling back and forth as she tried to demonstrate how it didn't exactly mesh well with either of their modern styles.