Trudging along the boundary between Red Oak and White Oak, the medical sennin keeps a low profile, her usual attire discarded. On further inspection the kunoichi's hair flowed outwards, frazzled by the stray zephyrs streaking through the alley ways. Overcast above threaten to release droplets onto the terra blow, in response ocean hues cast upwards to scowl against the endless sea of grey, "If you would be so kind to wait until I reach home, I would very much so appreciate it." she murmurs towards the sky above, almost a plead. A thin jacket is fastened, an underlining flora pattern shirt is hidden, stained jeans worn in color jeans showcase dirt stains. Mikasa's footwear containing traces of soil, flaking off on the cobblestone paths.
Against her better wishes, a violent downpour spreads across a majority of the Oak District, her pace quickening in attempt to find refuge under any over lining structure. "No such luck?" she inquires rhetorically, the droplets of rain oddly frigid considering the time of the year and in turn cause goosebumps to surface on the rear of her neck. Potentially due to fatigue, her gaze flickers hastily to observe the surroundings as if a frightened animal; when not the case what so ever.
Discovering an underpass, a petite bridge, she races forward to discover the path beneath providing no dry haven. Chuckling at her luck for the day, she leans her head back to press against the bricks, loose strands of hair catching and an annoying tug. Mikasa's apartment was another thirty minutes by walking, yet she had gone out to aid in restoring vegetation in the fields on the outskirts of Konoha. Suyashi had been left in charge for the day, allowing her to exert herself with water and earth based techniques to restore irrigation channels. The only remaining issue was that her remaining chakra scare.
A low grumble emits from her midsection, "So much for high hopes for the remainder of the day." she chuckles gently, the rain sure to muffle her vocals.
Against her better wishes, a violent downpour spreads across a majority of the Oak District, her pace quickening in attempt to find refuge under any over lining structure. "No such luck?" she inquires rhetorically, the droplets of rain oddly frigid considering the time of the year and in turn cause goosebumps to surface on the rear of her neck. Potentially due to fatigue, her gaze flickers hastily to observe the surroundings as if a frightened animal; when not the case what so ever.
Discovering an underpass, a petite bridge, she races forward to discover the path beneath providing no dry haven. Chuckling at her luck for the day, she leans her head back to press against the bricks, loose strands of hair catching and an annoying tug. Mikasa's apartment was another thirty minutes by walking, yet she had gone out to aid in restoring vegetation in the fields on the outskirts of Konoha. Suyashi had been left in charge for the day, allowing her to exert herself with water and earth based techniques to restore irrigation channels. The only remaining issue was that her remaining chakra scare.
A low grumble emits from her midsection, "So much for high hopes for the remainder of the day." she chuckles gently, the rain sure to muffle her vocals.
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