Ah, it noticed her. Moving down slowly, she would pick up her arrows and hold them under her arm. The movements were slow and precise, as she did not want to know what would come out of the beasts mouth as it looked like it had been charging something up moments ago.

Chiharu would then bow deeply to the beast, stand upright once more, and speak. "Hello there great beast! I reside close to this forest and happened to see many of the birds part from this location. As I view these lands as sacred, I wanted to make sure that nothing was amiss." Her words were calm and eloquent, like she was talking to a person of royalty or high stature. "I welcome you to partake in this forest as much as you need. If you need to rest or relax, I will stand guard as your humble servant." Another bow, but this time she'd awkwardly half fall over as she noticed one of her arrows slip from under her arm.

Recovering from that, she'd sigh in relief that she hadn't made too much of a fool of herself, before looking back to the beast before her. "I mean you no harm! I would never injure something so beautiful!" The words slipped out of her mouth, and it made her wonder if this thing even understood Japanese. Did all this shouting just look like she was angry? Was her trying to be nice going to get her blasted away and killed?

⥋ Gray attus.

Chiharu was so glad that he felt the same way. Even if she had overshared, maybe they could become friends and she would have someone that she was connecting with. Before she could continue that sentiment, she would watch as he seemed pained for some reason. She'd take a step forward to make sure he was okay, only to take a step back as it looked like he was going to puke. Chiharu looked mortified to watch him cough up a slug, looking half tempted to step on it herself if she wasn't worried that he would throw up more.

She'd just watch, trying her best to figure out what had just happened and why the man had just placed the slug back into a bottle. There was definitely something that she was missing the context for that she wasn't sure that she would get anytime soon. Back and forth between Bernard and Antoine her eyes would go, almost to the point that she felt like she was going to get dizzy.

"Butter...?" She'd start, not understanding the expression that he used. What did having butterflies in his stomach have to do with this? Did the slug give him butterflies and was he going to puke those out too? Chiharu tried to not think about it too much. She'd do a curt bow to them both, before just standing there in confusion. It seemed that somehow, she may have done something good today, but she wasn't sure what to make of the interaction she'd just witnessed. Under her breath, she'd say one last thing before getting ready to chew out the shop-owner for his bad cuts. "Hopefully we meet again."

⥋ Red and brown attus.

Chiharu looked to him with a bit more intrigue behind her eyes- he had a similar experience to her too? "I see. I'm sorry." Chiharu would say plainly, not wanting to overstep or to show too much emotion to a mutual connection to him. Chiharu knew it was hard to be left out of situations, as to feel as if no one cared to explain it to you. She'd tried many times to get a better description of what her mother had been like, but every time it was met with vague responses. She wasn't sure if he was trying to hide something, or if it truly was too hard to talk about.

She'd glance over at his comment, giving him a quick up and down to figure out if there was anything abnormal looking about him. "You're not important? I'm sure you are in another way, if not for being royalty like I presumed." Chiharu seemed unconvinced by that fact, but wouldn't press it any further out of fear that he would get mad or disagree with her wanting to ask more. Thinking back to what he said before, she could guess that a restaurant could be important enough; they had to worry about the safety of people's health and also fulling their bellies with goodness. "I will have to try your restaurant sometime then, if you'd allow me to." It wasn't something she needed of course, but it would be nice to try something that was unlike anything she'd had before.

A pause, before Chiharu moved away from the display case a bit. "While it's true that it's all edible, it's about the care that goes into it. If you look, there is tons of fat that has been mutilated on the pieces that need it the most. Some pieces have been pulled of all fat even though they are meant to have it for a better overall flavor and texture, like the chuck. The knife he uses is too dull, and therefore some of the meat got pulled and strained during the cutting process, leaving the meat worn before its even been cooked." It was a complicated explanation, but one that Chiharu had no problem explaining. "I suppose it would be like your resturtant as well, senpai, and that your cooks have a special way of preparing it that is unique to your place. If the first step is messed up however, with bad cuts of meat, it ruins the work that truly skilled artists are trying to accomplish." It'd been the first time that she had talked that much in a single sitting, but she had half-forgotten that the man was still there.

⥋ Red and brown attus.

"I think that I can make food tonight." The girl's voice would ring out and cascade over the house that she resided in. Chiharu's eyes would look to the big window of their house, the slight kiss of trees seeming to linger at her eyes. That is my true home, not the metropolis that is forcing me into its wake. She'd sigh, oblivious to the fact that Harukor was still asleep and did not hear her at all. Grabbing onto her bow and quiver, she'd head out into the forest.

Chiharu and her father were given special hunting licenses due to their cultural heritage, which allowed them to hunt in the forests surrounding the outskirts of Tokyo. It wasn't often though, and they had to be vigilant to not scare or harm anyone that may be passing through it looking for a nature walk. Strapping the quiver around her tightly, she'd close the door of her house and start the trek out of Tokyo and into the tree line that was just barely out of her reach.

Time would pass slower than she expected, but she was finally able to come across a squirrel that seemed to be perfect for her hunting. Chiharu would carefully follow it, watching its every move and making sure that it didn't have a family just encase she was going to hunt something that needed to be providing for others. With those things confirmed, Chiharu's cool demeanor changed when she watched the squirrel hop onto the stomach of someone that seemed to be idly sleeping in the forest. Was he an idiot? It wasn't dangerous, sure, but she assumed that it wouldn't be something that a normal person would do in their free time.

She'd watch to make sure that he was actually still alive, before sighing silently and drawing her bow; even if he was sleeping, he was making a great stand for her get a better shot on the animal. With a clean arrow, the squirrel would get shot and stick to the tree that the man had been resting on. With careful steps, Chiharu would move to the side of him and raise her bow to his body to try and confirm that he was asleep and that this wasn't some elaborate trick. After a few moments passed, the red haired girl would lean down to try to take her prize.

⥋ Brown and gray attus.

When he spoke again, she chewed on her lip in realization that it wasn't the same as any languages she knew. The look she gave was one of dismay, confusion even, as she realized that they wouldn't be able to communicate well. She'd shake her head in a no, her hands cupping even more tightly than before around the piece of paper she was holding. Chiharu looked disappointed in herself, but she knew that it was to be expected that there were things she wouldn't know about the world.

With the butcher coming back and speaking Japanese to her, she felt a wave of relief go over her. She'd nod, looking back over to him and bowing once more. Looking around the store as the conversation went back to English, even the parts that were in Japanese were not for her, so she paid them no mind. It wasn't good to eavesdrop on a conversation when it wasn't something that she needed to know about. Looking back over the note, she would try to correct some of her spelling with her pencil to ensure that her writing was clear and legible for the butcher once he was done.

It seemed that he wouldn't be for a while though. A small sigh under her breath, before she'd jump to her the once English-only boy speak in Japanese to her. She'd turn her head slowly to him, nodding at the same speed. Was she... Okay? She swore that he hadn't been able to speak beforehand, and now he could? Maybe that information had been lost with her tuning it all out. "Yes, you are sir." She'd bow again, turning towards him. "My name is Satporopet, and yourself?" It was customary to give your last name to people you didn't know in Japanese culture, so she made sure to do so when introducing herself to someone she may never see again. "I hope that your day has been good." She'd say plainly, wanting to get as many formalities as she could to someone of high stature.

⥋ Red and brown attus.

Looking over to Harukor for a moment, she was worried that he was struggling. When you tried to help people that had no idea about what they did on a daily basis, it became hard to understand where to even begin. With both of them having a lot of things that they were good at, Chiharu wondered if they would be more inclined to just over to her father since it looked like knew more.

She'd sit at her stall, one that seemed to be filled with slender pieces of wood that was already slightly bent. With pieces of vibrant red strands staying beside them, it seemed that her station was teaching people how to string a bow probably. This was of course stringing bows with her hair, but she wasn't going to say that! She'd already gotten weird looks before about that very fact, so she didn't want it to be a constant thing from people her age or not.

With her father talking over to her, she'd perk up and look at the younger boy that seemed to be causing him trouble. She'd been watching the whole time and just gave a knowing nod; that nod showing that she knew that it was hard for Haru to keep his cool, but also that a young boy may not care to know how to do things like that. If it wasn't needed in their everyday life, she was sure that people would get bored too.

Looking back at other parts of her stall, she would smile happily at the people that were thoroughly enjoying weaving of various pieces of finely crafted materials from the forest, as well as small "do it yourself" craving projects with instructions. "Yes, that's right." She would smile over to an elderly lady that showed her a craved out animal statue. She wasn't entirely sure what animal it was, but she appreciated her willingness to try and to stay around to do the stall. Looking back to how disgruntled her father was though, she hoped that some would interested in his specialties as well.

⥋ Blue and gray attus.

Against her better judgement, she had been tasked to go to a local butcher to get some meat for supper. Usually Chiharu or her father would just do the hunting for this, but since the weather had been pretty rainy and foggy, it didn't allow them to do something that they had been doing for generations. Perhaps as a way to adjust her to her surroundings and those that lived in Tokyo, she made the courageous choice to venture further into the city. With her clutching onto the poorly written directional list that her father had given her, her other hand was clutching onto her red and brown attus.

Finally as she made her way into the store, the few patrons looked as someone who to them shouldn't be in a butcher's shop would move to the sides and allow her to come through. Nodding to them cautiously, she would go on her tippy toes and place a small list for meats that she wanted. It wasn't super long, but the man behind the counter looked a bit surprised by the fact that it had the exact oz amounts and cuts that she wanted of different animals. Keeping her eyes on the meats behind the glass, the man would just grunt in approval to her list and move to get started on it.

That's when she saw it: That cut was so sloppy. Chiharu looked between the butcher and the meat, a bit disgusted that he was selling meats that were improperly cut. Others didn't seem to notice this of course, as only someone else that had to skin and butcher and animal would realize the imperfections of his craft. Biting on her lip, Chiharu wasn't sure if it was right of her to say anything at all, or leave it be and discuss it with her father later.

⥋ Red and brown attus.