[ Taroumaru, I've a feeling we're not in Narukami Island anymore... Just kidding, Taroumaru isn't here. But Kamisato Ayaka is!

In the face of such a surreal arrival, and overwhelmingly different surroundings, Ayaka can't help but gravitate towards the familiar. And that would be the very notion of a public board upon which requests are posted...

Which is to say, a young woman stands at the bulletin board in the village, looking thoughtfully at the tasks posted there, with a look of mild confusion on her face. ]

"Share a...?" O-Oh, my. These are quite different from the bounties we would post. We never asked the Traveler to do such things, did we...?

[ She also looks to have very braid-able hair, and friendly enough to bake pies with even if she may not be of much help... ]

[ "I am lonely. Please build me some friends." is a statement which works well enough on Ayaka, who finds herself somehow empathizing with the... Snowman. Say less, really. ]

I... I see. I'm very sorry that you're feeling lonely. In that case, I'll do my best to—

[ to get yelled at, apparently, and she visibly flinches when told to work together with someone, instead. In a brief panic, she simply looks up and locks eyes with the nearest person - you! Please help! ]

[ Ayaka is swept into a gown the likes of which she's never worn before, her long hair tumbling loosely down her shoulders and in between cherry blossom pink aurora wings, the silhouette of which is very much reminiscent of oversized flower petals.

She looks very much both in awe and very much overwhelmed by being here; it's so unlike anything she's ever been to, so far-flung and different from even the grandest of festivals that the Yashiro Commission would hold in her homeland.

But there's something that spells excitement in her eyes, too, while she shyly skirts around the dancefloor, watches people take flight with their wings, and tries all sorts of different foods. She finds herself getting more and more caught up in it, to the point that she might not be paying attention when she bumps into someone. ]

Oh—! Pardon me.

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