Kurama hadn’t intended on stopping at the nearby village, but he’d needed some extra supplies- his stomach growled- food would be a pleasant touch too. He’d noticed the gleam of lanterns, liveliness and loud music of beating drums, violins and flutes- all obvious signs of a festival. This would be the perfect place to stop for what he needed.
After having stopped in at a booth for some kebabs and packing some extra dry meats for his journey, Kurama watched the crowd from where he stood. He took in the children playing, the women dressed decoratively, and the men swigging a pint or two as the loud music continued. He had decided on leaving when a familiar scent caught his attention.
His senses turned his attention towards a stage that housed the band playing it’s lively music. Walking up to it Kurama figured out it was indeed Kuro as she appeared in smoke waving her tambourine and weaving expertly about in her hypnotic dance.
She had a right to be so sure of her skills- for having learned on her own, she was an impeccable dancer and she chose her accessories well to better accommodate her dance. Enhancing it to something that no bystander could ignore.
He smiled and tilted his head back in silent laughter at her teasing the crowd- it was easy to tell she was at ease when she danced. All too soon, the spectacle was over. And as spectators cheered and wondered at her performance, Kurama looked up towards the roof her scent led his gaze to.
He gazed up at her, unmoving, knowing his height while in his demon form would catch her attention soon enough…
Kuro had kept her eyes closed, enjoying the cool breeze that brushed against her heated skin from the festivities excitement. The wind brought a familiar scent, making her open her eyes.
‘Youko…?’ she wondered, gazing over the variety of people. She noticed the silver fox leaning against the wall of a building. Curious. It’s been a while since she last seen him. Chuckling, she leaned forward, catching his gaze before disappearing and reappearing next to him.
“Evening stranger.” she teased, laughing lightly. Festivals always made her more sociable and often kept her in a better mood. It was probably because of the cheeriness of the people, their positive energy contagious.
“I take it you saw my performance?” she hoped so, but if he didn’t she’d get to dance again later. Which reminded her, this fox still worked around. “I have another number, but it’ll be different from this. A closing if you will.”