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[h3][sup]Tending to her duties at the Torigoya Onsen[/sup][/h3][/center][hr]
[color=#0FFFA7]”Would you fetch me some soaked towels, little sparrow?”[/color] Mura’s words quietly dribbled out as she pointed to a young human boy mixing herbs in a large boiling pot.

    Young may have been a bit broad. He looked to be in his late teens or early twenties with blonde hair and deep blue irises. His complexion and physiognomy would spill the secret of his western lineage, likely the child of a foreigner who may have died in Japan or needed to leave him behind for one reason or another. He did not speak, maybe he was a mute or perhaps because he didn’t have the confidence within himself to speak in the presence of his proprietress.

    Nonetheless, he jumped at her request and pattered quickly on the freshly scrubbed and polished footboards, sliding along the way until he reached a single panel closet to pluck the pristinely white towels out. She didn’t specify an exact amount, so a stack of four would be brought to her just as quickly as he left— bowing deeply once he stood before Mura.she wasn’t all too much shorter than the boy, standing somewhere closer to five feet in height than him. 

[color=#0FFFA7]”More than necessary, quite the overachiever aren’t you?”[/color] The faintest of smiles tugged up at the corners of her red-painted lips. The expression was small, but it radiated a genuine warmth that the boy dubbed [b]Little Sparrow[/b] basked in.

    Her left arm extended out, wrapped in what seemed to be thin painted wood and cloth. It all seemed to be bound together with little ropes with small polished stone magetama dangling from red knotted tassels. The woman’s hand landed upon the mess of roughly trimmed blonde hair and gave his scalp a few soft pats, her crimson slit eyes remaining on him for perhaps a few moments too long— but all the while he did not seem to mind. His payment was given and thus she turned with the towels and tucked them over her now interlocked arms, then made her way to each of the open air bathrooms to set towels down for those within to use at their leisure.

    It wouldn’t take long for the task to be completed, and once she was done she’d return to the front desk where a small wooden pipe and ash tray remained for her. She’d lift it up towards her lips, chewing on the open end for some time as she watched the door for new customers to enter— sucking some smoke out to blow rings in idle boredom. Waiting for something interesting to happen today. Right above the door’s entryway was a massive beam of wood where over a dozen ravens roosted to watch passersby on the road. The outside of the onsen looked quite traditional other than the new-age painting style of graffiti stylized lettering displaying the facility’s name.