The tranquil sounds of the Mouse warblers along soft sounds of the wind rustling the many exotic and beautiful trees, would cause both 'other' and humans to take appreciation of their surroundings. The creamy white petal of a cherry blossom landed so softly on the surface of the crystal clear waters it barely made a ripple. Making his way through the pound taking in most of the sights, as well as a jug of sake the size of an Oni child on his left side some of the precious nectar going down the sides of his tanned brown cheeks as he took a swig. Wroth in his human form slowly advanced out of the pound area making his way onto the porch where Tomoe was taking in the sights and sounds.  "Mind if I take a spell?" Sitting down not really waiting for the Oni's answer, taking another gulp of his jug.