[ konnosuke leaps to all four feet again, tail puffed up, ears perked, and eyes round with surprise. ] You have a dragon? That's amazing! [ and hard on the heels of his surprise, the saniwa folds his hands, eyes curious where they flick from the armor and then back up to genji's face. ] I had wondered a bit, [ he admits gently. it could have been armor.. probably, or genji might have been an android altogether. he didn't want to assume one way or another, but the older man offering the information so easily does answer some questions. ]
I think.. maybe.. I've been sensing your dragon? [ he taps a dirty knuckle against his mouth without thinking. ] It's hard to tell here, admittedly. This place throws my abilities off.
[ still, the question makes his smile return, faintly flustered at the edges in spite of himself. ] It's been an adjustment, going from war to relative peace so abruptly. I'm not quite certain what to do with myself here. [ but he's sure he's not the only one struggling to make sense of his new existence. even if, maybe, he's having a slightly more difficult time than some, given his very particular upbringing. ] What of you? [ his glance takes on an amused note. ] It seems as if you make quite a gardener, at least. Did you do this sort of thing at home?
[ in response to the saniwa potentially sensing her, ramen gives a small pulse of energy in his direction - so if he can, he will definitely feel the particular tinge of her energy. it's old, and playful, and definitely feels as if it's been constrained. ]
It is possible. She is always with me even if she is not visible.
[ he nods a little bit at his comment about battle, looking down at the plants and digging a little more. ]
It is always difficult to go from a battlefield to a lack of it. And I used to live at a monastery; I would help the monks plant during the spring, so this is a familiar act to me.
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I think.. maybe.. I've been sensing your dragon? [ he taps a dirty knuckle against his mouth without thinking. ] It's hard to tell here, admittedly. This place throws my abilities off.
[ still, the question makes his smile return, faintly flustered at the edges in spite of himself. ] It's been an adjustment, going from war to relative peace so abruptly. I'm not quite certain what to do with myself here. [ but he's sure he's not the only one struggling to make sense of his new existence. even if, maybe, he's having a slightly more difficult time than some, given his very particular upbringing. ] What of you? [ his glance takes on an amused note. ] It seems as if you make quite a gardener, at least. Did you do this sort of thing at home?
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It is possible. She is always with me even if she is not visible.
[ he nods a little bit at his comment about battle, looking down at the plants and digging a little more. ]
It is always difficult to go from a battlefield to a lack of it. And I used to live at a monastery; I would help the monks plant during the spring, so this is a familiar act to me.