[It's the yell that makes Miyabi stop and look around on her return home from painting, once the rain became too hard to continue. That...did not sound good, especially considering the birds flying off overhead, and twittering angrily or fearfully.
Dropping her bag (she'll come back for it later), Miyabi moves through the forest quickly, hand on her sword just in case. Yells in the forest are never good things, especially ones loud enough for her to hear over the pounding of the rain. Mm...it may not be wise to get too close, but if someone's hurt, or in pain, or in need of help, then... She moves faster, springing over roots, logs, and rocks. She knows this forest well enough to navigate it.
When she does arrive, Miyabi gasps and moves closer slowly. Oh, that's--]
Mister Kotetsu? [He's injured, and she crouches down near him.] What happened? Were you...taken? Are you all right? Can you hear me?
[Action] THEN A SAD SONG CAME ON JUST AS I BEGAN WRITING
Dropping her bag (she'll come back for it later), Miyabi moves through the forest quickly, hand on her sword just in case. Yells in the forest are never good things, especially ones loud enough for her to hear over the pounding of the rain. Mm...it may not be wise to get too close, but if someone's hurt, or in pain, or in need of help, then... She moves faster, springing over roots, logs, and rocks. She knows this forest well enough to navigate it.
When she does arrive, Miyabi gasps and moves closer slowly. Oh, that's--]
Mister Kotetsu? [He's injured, and she crouches down near him.] What happened? Were you...taken? Are you all right? Can you hear me?