The girl walked away from him disinterested in his little display much to his dismay, he was sure that would work. Sow a little discord maybe, but at least it was a good little show. It had always worked with monks, though maybe ninja where a little out of his element, as his masters apprentice seemed to be uninterested in spiritual growth as well. Well no big deal he thought, as she began to question the value of feathers, I was going to dispel the feathers before their more interesting effects could set in, but a wretch like this could always suff-
and that was when Recette burst into the tent and did away with his feathers. Admittedly at first he was mad furious even, but then the girl said
”So does that mean you are not an enlightened individual anymore?”
It was very hard to keep from cracking a smile at that one, Arano managed but only just. The corners of her lips defiantly turning upward slightly. She moved her hand pointing between the two of them,
and Ameno lost it. Not with anger, but with laughter and he turned to the girl as his massive black wings unfurled from behind him normally hidden beneath the back of his robes or through a transformation. "You are a treat aren't you dear girl."
his voice filled with praise. "please allow me to introduce myself I am the great sage of illusions Ameno Sagiri: he who shepherds wayward monks off the path of enlightenment-"
and then he precog'd her next question, as he pointed to the pink haired girl and said," and she is the student of my lord and both owner and craftsman of this shop."
before he turned and exited back to his booth.
Recette fake took a deep breath in relief. She had made it in time to stop whatever tricks Ameno must have been preparing, before she arrived.
Once introduced, however; all the exhaustion and worry seemed to drain from her face replaced with a powerful smile as she walked up to the similarly hieighted girl and held out a hand, "Recette Ranton of Atelier Recette nice to meet ya".