[Center][color=ed1c24][h2]Fujiwara no Mokou[/h2]
Level 8 (holding 2 level ups)
15/80

Location: Location: The Midnight Walk - Christmas Village
Wordcount: 276 (+1 exp)[/color][/Center]

The small well of magic that Mokou was preparing to unleash upon the Ice King quickly fizzled out as everything calmed down, the cat instead being pacified by the festival and worship. It wasn’t something that Mokou was really surprised about: Yokai from Gensokyo could occasionally be befriended temporarily by simply giving them a bit of worship, even if that wasn’t the intent originally. 

The festivities, regardless of her thoughts, continued. Mokou’s own corner was relatively unbothered… Aside from occasionally getting harassed by some children, who had seen her feathers and had demanded (or rather, pleaded) to see more of it. It wasn’t a common request, and Mokou had *tried* to decline it… But kids were persistent, and even an immortal could not stop their attempts at forcing her. Thus, the festival’s waning hours were marked by a beautiful night sky filled to the brim with orange feathers, flying through the air in graceful patterns and even forming a few notable shapes… Such as the Ice King’s face. But alas, all things had to end, and once Sandalphon announced their departure, Mokou finally stood from her perch, [color=ed1c24]“Sorry kiddos, gotta head out. Enjoy the rest of your festival, and try not to let the cat do anything nasty”[/color] she comments, hopping down and taking a moment to pat one of the smaller children on the head before she casually strolled way, heading to the rest of the Seekers as they gathered to move out and up the mountain. 

The festival was a nice distraction, but business still had to be settled. That Baldur fellow was still on her list of people to beat up, after all.