<strong>"Interesting..."</strong><br/><br/>The glyphs were of a language even Miyuki did not understand, but she did remember about her time back in Shinano. Back in her shrine where she spent her recreational time in the libraries, there were sections of old lore which she skimmed through occasionally. There were scrolls, old pieces of vellum with lore about the gods and their tenets. Being a follower who lives to satisfy lust and relieve stress as her core tenet, Miyuki has no exact deity to follow, her body in offering to all deities whose portfolios were linked to comfort, love and lust.<br/><br/><strong>"These symbols, they look like... the placement..."</strong>Miyuki was feeling excited, moving closer to the runes as she turned towards her companions, beckoning them forth, seemingly oblivious to danger. This was one of her flaws, for she was not the most perceptive, occasionally ignorant to danger, escaping a bad fate only through trickery, magic, and the offering of her body. It was this which might cause her trouble in the wilderness, and something which many told Miyuki about and one she wanted to change. However, excitement occasionally overrules reason, and the bard's hand slowly reached out towards the runes.<br/><br/><strong>"They look familiar... could they have been linked to several gods? Gaea... Teimu..."</strong>Miyuki was pointing at each of the runes, noting their placement together. Were they simply a sign, a claim of territory, or were they something else?<br/><br/><strong>"Metahn... Ah'mie is here... oh! The fifth... Shoni?"</strong><br/><br/>With that, her hand pressed against the runes, the bard completely unprepared for what happened next. For a moment, her thighs snapped together, Miyuki doubling backwards as she felt a shock surge throughout her body, her spine tingling sharply as her groin grew tight. Her breathing grew heavy, her eyes wide open as Miyuki's arousal suddenly rose to levels she nearly could not control. Her legs were trembling, shaking as her body reacted as though someone was close to making her cum, but preventing that eventuality in a form of teasing. A soft squeak came out from the bard as her crotch grew moist, a trickle of honey wetting the cloth of the teddy she wore, its smell immediately caught by the bard as her face grew flush red from the sensitivity her body experienced.