<span style="color: #8080FF"><div style="text-align: center;">Neshita had walked side by side, with her old friend. Noticing as her apprentice had loosen herself up. Glancing so often as she was getting her hair down. She knew this was to happen. Neshita was the same way. Neshita was capable of letting her silk black hair down over her slender shoulders. Seeing Sunako taking off her make-up. Neshita giggles. Having her sleeve cover her lips. Lowering her hand down, as she was finished giggling. "I'll make sure the maids wont do your make up and hair. You will then be able to do it yourself." Neshita noted. <br/><br/>Walking down the street. Analyzing her old friend. See how she had changed. But it bothered her, she sorta knew Sunako. But had not known how she would break her shell again. Once arriving at the market. Neshita would walk up to booths, see what they had. Some shopkeepers, would ask who Neshita brought. Neshita had introduced Sunako, as her sister. "Why she is my little sister." She would reply. <br/><br/>Neshita still had kept her eyes on her apprentice. She did also have a rep to keep up. She knew she had a lot on her plate. But after seeing a look she saw, once as a child. She knew it was something she wanted. Seeing the prices of the paintings. Neshita had took out a pouch out of her obi. She took out the money to pay for it. Giving it to the shopkeeper. Giving her a discount. She looked at Sunako with caring eyes. "Pick whichever one you like. Then we can have the maid's put it up in your room." <br/><br/>Neshita was trying to show Susano that it wasn't a bad thing for being a geisha. She remembered days, they would talk about the path they were sent on. The geisha path. How displeasing it was. But Neshita had put up with it, unlike her old friend had.</div></span>