Moto Butaj wrote:Fukawa's perfumes tickle Butaj's nose but he doesn't seem to be getting what the scent is about. In a legitimate Ujik-hai greeting custom he leans in and takes a hearty whiff of he Doji's hair, then withdraws with a thoughtful 'hmmm' while blinking and rubbing his nostrils.
"Butaj feels it holds true for more things that bring the Unicorn traditions and the traditions of Rokugan back together. Butaj imagines that strong community between Clans pleases the Emperor. If it is through cooking experiments, so be it! Butaj would volunteer to try fish with cheese!"
They had been sitting there, conversing like two normal samurai. Sure, one was the craniest of doji courtiers, and one was a Moto barbarian. But pleasant words and sentiments were being exchanged.
And then it seemed as if time were slowing down. The Moto leaned his burly body in, and attempted to inhale the Crane's petite head.
Fukawa's beautiful fan with the cherry blossoms upon a spring lake lay uselessly by her side, set aside to eat.
Her face seemed to be frozen, in an expression much like shock, as her eyes filled with horror.
Did.....he...just....SNIFF...me?!?!? Fukawa mentally screamed.