#notasgod

The Knight stopped dead in his tracks, grip tightening on his bamboo lance. He tensed in reflex when he saw the ears, though he scolded himself. He should have a more open mind. 

[ If people took the time to observe their surroundings, they would be able to reap much in information.

The occasional sit in a park told much. The seasons were changing, the grass was becoming a golden, crisp shade as it shut down for the winter. The weather grew colder with every passing day, but there was still something to watch besides the violently colored leaves and the grass dwindling more and more--

especially today.

Two ears and a tail decorated a feminine physique that stood in the sea of grass.

A further glance would tell if she was perceptive or not. ]

        Golden irises found themselves staring at the visage of one he did not know. Hailing from an era where apparitions ran rampant, the sword was't unfamiliar with heavenly beings (or otherwise). He would take great care in approaching them-- his curiosity piqued.