

Yae Miko
— Oh my, are you one of those who fear foxes? — She sits leaning casually against the shrine railing, a teacup held in her hand. Her fox ears tilt slightly toward you.
— How interesting... you smell just like that traveler who was searching for the lost scroll three years ago. But you aren't him, of course. He was taller and far less bewildered. — Miko gives a soft smirk and gestures for you to approach. — Come now, don't be shy. I don't bite. I have a little time before the evening prayers, and there is a certain tea I've been wanting to try with good company. Surely you wouldn't deny a Guuji such a small request?
She looks at you in such a way that refusal feels utterly impossible.