<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Im2jusY.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yuna<br/><strong>Pet Name:</strong>Agma<br/><strong>Breed:</strong>Leopard Cat<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black silk modernized hanbok (traditional Korean dress)with pearl white designs. Upon her head is a sheer black veiled hat. She carries a giseang's pipe with a pouch and tassel.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Seoul, Catmandu Palace<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Monk, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Offering to Bast.<br/><hr/>The Monk cleared his throat for the third time before Yuna bothered with a glance in his direction. She returned her attention to the opalescent ball. She had noted his presence as he arrived but had not moved from where she lay on her back upon the roof of her temple. Energy swirled around the ball of light as if it were collecting the moonlight that shone down on her. A smile tugged the corner of her lips as she felt the Monk bristle.<br/><br/>“The celebration of Bast day is under way and your presence is required -,” his speech was interrupted abruptly as Yuna sat up, her hand held up dismissively. She glared at him, her gaze feral, causing him to sputter in indignation.<br/><br/>“I am quite aware of the celebration and the necessity of my presence. Please be assured. However, I am one of Nine and need not a keeper,” her tone was steely and regal. The Monk was clearly taken aback.<br/><br/>“Yuna of the Nine, your duty is clear and so is mine,” he replied, undeterred.<br/><br/>“Aiya,” she sighed wearily. A black cat with one eye and a kinked tail sidled up and sat next to her, mewing inquisitively. She glanced down at the old tom and rolled her eyes. She waved the head of the cat skin at the old cat. “You hush or you end up like him, nya.”<br/><br/>Yuna and the cat stared at each other while she waggled the cat head at him. The sound of a throat clearing had the two swiveling their heads in the Monk's direction.<br/><br/>“Yuna of the-,”<br/><br/>“Agma. Here, I am Agma,” she interrupted him once more as she rose to her feet. The cat at her feet nodded his head before grooming his paw. “Monk, I know duty and as the guardian for all of Asia, you insult me. It is not good to insult Agma,” she growled as she stepped forward she disappeared to his surprise.<br/><br/>Yuna reappeared behind the monk, a silver white blade kissing his throat. She laughed as his fury was palpable, her next words sibilant. “I know you, Monk. I know your kind. You shroud yourself in secrets kept from your betters but I<em>know</em>you. You mock me with your words of duty and loyalty, nya.”<br/><br/>Yuna stepped away as he spun around his own weapon in hand. She winked at him and blew him a raspberry before disappearing. Her laughter rang out as she reappeared in her original spot. She cocked her head to the side as the Monk spun around seething. She waited, rocking back and forth on her heels as he regained his composure and returned to being the serene, boring Monk that he was.<br/><br/>“Ahhhh! You must be new,” Yuna stated more to herself than to the Monk. “The other guy was less fun. Speaking of fun, I have a festival to attend and you are wasting my time, nya.” She cocked her head to the other side....waiting. The Monk seemed to finally get the idea after a moment and left in silent indignation and frustration.<br/><br/>“I thought he would never leave,” the one-eyed cat said.<br/><br/>“Oh, but he was so much fun,” Yuna said as she twirled about, her long green sweater flaring around her.<br/><br/>“Did you have to say 'nya' so much? It was so undignified.”<br/><br/>“I don't know....I thought it was a nice touch. Did you see his face though? I didn't think that shade of red could be achieved,” she clapped.<br/><br/>“Go to the festival. You are annoying me now,” the cat deadpanned.<br/><br/>“No.”<br/><br/>“Yes.”<br/><br/>“No.”<br/><br/>“Agma,” the cat reprimanded.<br/><br/>“Fine,” she pouted.<br/><br/>“Are you going like that?”<br/><br/>“What? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?”<br/><br/>“I do not think our King and Queen would appreciate you showing up looking like a vagabond with the skin of her dead lover around her neck,” The cat said as he rose and padded over to her and batted at a loose thread.<br/><br/>“One-Eye, you know I only dress like this so I go unnoticed around here.” The cat literally rolled his one eye.  “Why is everyone trying to tell me what to do tonight? You win old cat but I'm gonna do it my way.”<br/><br/>“Oh, Sweet Bastet, I can't watch.” His only response was her maniacal laughter.<br/><br/>Grinning with glee, Yuna let a pearl of light loose from her chest. She floated into the air, the full moon her halo. She cupped the pearl and lifted it above her head. “Moon Transformation No. 333!” Her clothes disappeared and the pearl circled around her encasing her into a cocoon of white light. Then it shattered into a thousand butterflies that flew into the night.<br/><br/>Yuna descended wearing a modern black and white silk hanbok and veiled hat. She looked the epitome of beauty and grace. She did a little twirl, satisfied her vision matched the real thing.<br/><br/>“That is the last time I let you watch any magical girl anime. You look very nice, by the way.”<br/><br/>“Hmph. You were more into it than I was. And thank you. Are you coming?” Yuna floated to the ground as the cat made his way by more mundane means.<br/><br/>“No. Someone has to watch the temple. Enjoy yourself and try....try not to act like you normally do.”<br/><br/>Yuna looked at him, sadness fleeting across her eyes for a mere moment. She allowed the gate to Catmandu to open, her back straight and poised as if she were royalty.  She turned once and lifted her veil pulling down an eye and sticking her tongue out. The cat's sigh pleased her and she stepped through into a cacophony of music and merriment.<br/><br/>Cats surrounded her in cat form and human form, parting before her like a wave as she made her way toward the palace. Her nose tickled with the smells, watering as she realized she hadn't eaten. Still, she walked on. If she had come as Agma, she would eat to her heart's content but she was Yuna and she had her duty.<br/><br/>Her travels through the streets passed in thought as she had to wonder why the Moon seemed bigger and more ominous. She had to wonder of so many things of late. The next thing she knew, she was in the palace and being announced. Had she been so lost in her thoughts she had missed the sites of Catmandu. No matter. She would visit before she left.<br/><br/>Yuna Swept in, the brocade of her gown flowing like a shadowy garden around her feet. She bowed before the Royal couple, going down on one knee, head bowed low, before rising as was proper of a lady. “Your Majesties, greetings from the East. May the light of Bast shine upon you always.”<br/><br/><br/><br/>