<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4pqfuC3.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sora<br/><strong>Pet Name:</strong>Casper<br/><strong>Breed:</strong>Turkish Angora<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As shown for now before moving to a suit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Down town, Nova Scotia to Catmandu Palace<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Just going with the flow<br/><hr/><br/>Sora was on her way back home as she picked up her board to walk on the busy sidewalk. Her bag was filled with goodies that she has found, random round stones that she enjoyed rolling around in both her human and feline form. The way they rolled around, how smooth they were. It was<em>puuurfect</em>for lack of a better term.<br/><br/>"Greetings Sora of the Nine," says a voice beside her. It was low, husky, and had the slightest purr.<br/><br/>"Why hello to you too," she smiles and tucks the board under her arm now since Sora knew she wouldn't be using it now. "What can I do for you, Monk?"<br/><br/>"The Celebration of Bast is under way and your presence is required," says the Monk with rehearsed words. "I am to bring you with me to ensure you will be present before the King and Queen of Catmandu and... I do hope you have other attire than what you are wearing?" The Monk looked Sora over her attire as he lost his train of thought. To him it was... appalling! A Guardian were warriors! Graceful! Held powers that were bestowed upon them by the Goddess!<br/><br/>"If you keep making that face, Monk, it might stay that way," replies Sora as she crosses the street and turns right. "<em>And</em>I didn't forget about the celebration. I just had some errands to run for my owner with a slight distraction." The expression on this Monk's face told Sora volumes as did the side glance they gave her as their eyes roamed her form's attire.<br/><br/>"Forgive me, Sora of the Nine," he gives a slight bow to her as the two of them were surrounded by a breeze as they lifted into the air. "Erm... Who will watch your Temple while you are away?"<br/><br/>Landing on the roof of the tall building Sora opens up the flooring that was hidden by magic as the two of them began to float downward before their feet touched the wooden floor. "Hope you don't mind," she says to him and walking over to a mirror that held no glass, Sora waved her hand as it began to swirl about and setting down her backpack she began to take out the items for her owner which were three canisters of tea and a dark bag of coffee beans. Taking out a brown paper bag she places them inside as she imagines the store where her owner was working happily. Waving her hand to see the office and seeing no one, Sora takes the bag and reaches into the swirling image of the office and places it on the desk.<br/><br/>As the Monk looked around the room it was not what they expected to see. The room was not opulent, but it was clean and simplistic. There were various circular objects hanging on the walls that were color coordinated in different from white to blue. Each of them having their own symbol and in the center of the room was an ornate circular mandala that appeared to be etched into the wood. It was a strange looking room indeed and then the sound of items falling onto the floor brought his attention back to the young woman as she sighs and shakes her head. Slowly the round rocks began to float upward to her as her blue eyes glowed and touching each rock she whispers something as symbols begin to etch and glow upon them.<br/><br/>"What is it that you are doing exactly?" He asks curiously and walks over to her she waves her hand and they all fly past him and move to the mandala where they formed the outer circle. "I have heard you have the power of wind?"<br/><br/>"I do and call it my security system I suppose. This space is everywhere and nowhere at the same time so if I chose to, I can move from place to place. However I like my current owner, well I declared her as my owner since she did name me," Sora chuckles as she moves to one of the circles and sees something she likes and just reaches in and takes it. Going behind a four-panel wall to begin getting dressed as she continued to speak to the Monk. "Do you have a name Monk?"<br/><br/>"My name is irrelevant and being known as 'Monk' is suitable," he responds to her and just waits patiently for her to finish dressing.<br/><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/52/6e/fc/526efc12014641bd4778d89a54e05d67.jpg)<br/><br/>"Okay then Monk," says Sora as she steps out from behind the panel. "Is this more to your liking and suitable to present in front of the King and Queen of Catmandu?"<br/><br/>"Indeed it is, so you are ready then?"<br/><br/>"I am."<br/><br/>"Excellent. Then let us be off," making a motion a gate to Catmandu began to appear as Sora watched with arms crossed.<br/><br/>Once the gate opened the two of them passed through as Sora wondered if she was going to just sit and relax. Festivals and parties were not her thing and lastly, crowds were okay, but something she just avoided. Not that she had any anxiety or anything, it was just the fact that large parties and festivals were just draining. The Monk seemed to have a mission as they were not even going at a leisurely pace of a stroll as Sora sighed again and looked around. The bright colors, the smells, the laughter and smiles, they were addictive and invoked the vast ideas of fun within her.<br/><br/><em>Well I guess some fun won't hurt anyone...</em><br/><br/>Soon they were at the palace doors as Sora removed her hands from her pockets as the Monk now disappeared and left her alone.<br/><br/><em>Typical.</em><br/><br/>Sora walked into the room gracefully as her face remained neutral. Standing before the King and Queen she drops down to one knee, placing her right hand over her heart, and bows slightly before rising to her feet. "Good day to you, your majesties on the day of Bast. It is an honor to be summoned here to join you both on this wonderful occasion."