Moto Butaj wrote:The duelling field is joined by Moto Butaj. He keeps his distance from the talking pair though, apparently intent on something else. He looks way too solemn for his usual boisterous demeanour.
The breeze caught at Misa's hair as she made her way out onto the field. She could hear the soft talking of others in the distance, only recognizing the voice of the Usagi storyteller from before, though she couldn't make out any of the conversation at her distance. Nor did she wish to.
She was, in fact, quite intent on the third samurai on the field. Her servant made certain she was going in the right direction, but soon Misa knew she was near Moto Butaj. She gave a smile, no warmth or peacefulness lost even with the seriousness of the meeting, as if it weren't nearly so for her. Misa gave a bow toward Butaj, putting some hair behind an ear as she finally spoke up. "Does Butaj-san know what he truly wishes to get out of this? Will he drag me away to his yurt if he wins?" Her tone spoke up enough for him to hear her well, but there was a soft understanding to her voice.