<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8080BF">She'd finished her tea and bowl of noodles, thanking the man before getting up from her seat and leaving, continuing on her way. For a while she just looked around, skirting men who walked past her, ignoring any comments that were crude and just plain strange, before coming to a stop before another stall. It was filled with all sorts of small trinkets, like chimes with glass bowls around the top, pictures, bamboo fans, decorated fans. Tea kettles and clay cups, some painted with sakura blossoms and others with pandas. It was amazing.<br/><br/>For a small while she just stood there, looking at the goods, but then feels a prickling on the back of her neck, as if something were there that shouldn't be. Something nearby. Turning around, she looks left, then right, and then ahead, but sees nothing out of the ordinary. A frown forms on her lips, but she steps away from the shop. Still feeling that strange sensation. What was it?<br/><br/>A few paces back, and she was standing in the near middle of the road, once again ignoring anything said towards or about her. She had to figure what was going on. Turning a whole circle, she came up with nothing once more. Lifting her chin, she looks up towards the rooftops, and only then spots it. A shadowy figure, with the silhouette of a woman, and what looked like wings connected to their back.<br/><br/>Frowning, Sunako slips away, hurrying away, pulling her hood up over her head. Hoping that whoever, or rather whatever that was, did not notice that she had seen it. A few more minutes pass as she walks, and soon she ends up in a rather deserted area, and from what she could see, Sunako was all by herself. The place was almost like a garden of sorts, with flowers and trees, with a path of stone and there were statues here and there. She spotted a small <a class="postlink" href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/t/small-wood-shrine-dazaifu-tenmangu-fukuoka-japan-november-tenmagu-ground-35740853.jpg">shrine</a> a little bit away from the path.<br/><br/>Heading over to it, she examines it, before sitting on the steps, pulling her legs close to her chest, and wrapping her arms around her knees, resting her chin on them. The hood she was wearing slips slightly, revealing her face a little bit, and some of her hair falls from where it was tucked away, a few strands falling down the center of her forehead, over her nose. Sunako was not about to go back to the geisha compound, not yet. Just because she saw something strange, did not mean she was going to retreat with her tail between her legs. No, she was going to stay out and be free for a bit longer.</span></div>