[Natsuhi's schedual was simple. If the convoy was moving, she hid in the main truck. If everything was parked up, she'd wander around looking for chores she could do.
As they traveled, her clothes had changed. She still favoured long skirts and sleeves, but there was no fancy lace. Then there was the grey-streaked fox ears that poked out of her hair.
When she reached the trailers, she paused. Scanning each of the stalls before approaching. Enjoy being frowned at by a middle-aged woman.]
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As they traveled, her clothes had changed. She still favoured long skirts and sleeves, but there was no fancy lace. Then there was the grey-streaked fox ears that poked out of her hair.
When she reached the trailers, she paused. Scanning each of the stalls before approaching. Enjoy being frowned at by a middle-aged woman.]
Were you the one offering firearms lessons?