THIS IS WHAT THE THRILL FEELS LIKE | open

the boy approached next, dual-colored eyes widened in interest. he was interested in anything, in everything, and so when he heard the voices of warsongs and jericho, he bounded over. this clan was fun! everyone was so nice, and now that he was a real member he finally had a place to call home. he took large strides over to stand next to his blind leader, blinking in curiosity at the tom, before focusing his attention on the woman working on masks.

japanese culture was not foreign to amnia. at first, he thought he'd be going to japan, but instead he ended up in this strange land with no name, but had a lot of little groups within it. that was fine, although he was somewhat disappointed his research had gone to waste. still, it helped him understand what she was painting. oni was a japanese yokai, or demon. how interesting!

"please educate me! dancing is simply marvelous! being able to create art just using your body's movements... it's really something, isn't it? i can fully understand the excitement that comes with creating a costume for use in the dance!" he said, excited, clearly all worked up over something as simply understanding a culture a little more.