It was nice to see some things were the same. Maki stood at the base of the mountain, looking up at the faces of those who led the village previously. For once, he wasn’t wearing his warrior attire. Maki was instead trying out some new looks, and currently he was covered in a simple, clean robe of pure white. Even his sword was missing. It was like part of him was missing with it. Brown eyes close as he turns away from the attraction to look at the crowd dispersing around him.
He stomps his booted feet a few times as someone begins to play a guitar nearby. It was an interesting tune they took up. As the song begins to hit a crescendo, Maki loosens up more and begins to move to the sound. While he was certainly not going to win Lord of the Dance as a title, people around him seemed to be infected with the jitter bug and soon a crowd had formed. No coordination, no direction. Just a dozen random people dancing around like morons while the startled guitarist keeps strumming a rhythm for them to enjoy.
He stomps his booted feet a few times as someone begins to play a guitar nearby. It was an interesting tune they took up. As the song begins to hit a crescendo, Maki loosens up more and begins to move to the sound. While he was certainly not going to win Lord of the Dance as a title, people around him seemed to be infected with the jitter bug and soon a crowd had formed. No coordination, no direction. Just a dozen random people dancing around like morons while the startled guitarist keeps strumming a rhythm for them to enjoy.