| [May. 1st, 2009|02:13 pm] |
"He who lives by the sword..." Natsumi tilted a smile at him and took one of the mochi. "Of course, if that were strictly literal, I'd be keeping very far away from other archers. Fortunately most ninja seem to prefer...flashier techniques. A single arrow from the shadows isn't nearly as cool as a fire-dragon, is it?"
Even if it was probably far more effective. Natsumi took a bite of sakura mochi and kept that opinion to herself.
The mochi was worth concentrating on, anyway. The sour, salty wrapping of the cherry leaf provided the perfect foil to the sticky sweetness of glutinous rice and red-bean filling, and Natsumi's eyes closed in a moment of pure bliss. "I haven't had sakura mochi yet this year. You're setting a high standard for the rest of the season. Do you entertain with bad poetry as well? If you do, I might have to invite you to my next cherry blossom viewing party." |
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