[Out for one of her walks, doing nothing more than laps around the village for exercise, Saori only vaguely remembers that it's New Feather season. At least until she sees an unfamiliar woman walking out of the forge with, of all things, a shamisen. Upon closer inspection, the woman's garb marked her as either someone from roughly the time of Saori's birth or a reinactor. Either one was enough to keep her normally flighty interest beyond simply helping a newcomer.
Smiling cheerfully, the goddess approaches, dipping her head slightly in greeting. Not so far as to be deferential, but enough to be polite. Her own clothes might be familiar enough to Makie as well, a blue-green kimono decorated in the elaborate styles of the Muromachi courts, complete with embroidery in a fine gold thread. She aims to dress to impress after all!]
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Smiling cheerfully, the goddess approaches, dipping her head slightly in greeting. Not so far as to be deferential, but enough to be polite. Her own clothes might be familiar enough to Makie as well, a blue-green kimono decorated in the elaborate styles of the Muromachi courts, complete with embroidery in a fine gold thread. She aims to dress to impress after all!]
Good afternoon, miss.