Tsumomo went back home. It was going to be a long and complicated night with detectives trying to solve a case that seems to bring such a small world like the Geisha`s. Arriving at her place, she stripped off her white dress, folded it, entered in a room with two wardrobes with three drawers each, and they were standing at opposite sides. The woman placed her dress in the middle drawer of the left wardrobe, where there is similar ones. She took off her underwear and carried to the next room which had a wooden bucket filled with water and a wooden mug.
There was also a crucible over a pile of wood, which she set fire by snapping her fingers. There was a line of four pots at the floor, she picked a little bit of dust that there was on the first pot and placed inside the crucible. Right after, she got water in the mug and dissolved the orange powder, that was heating while she poured water over her naked body. She snapped her fingers again to extinguish the fire and procceded to dress herself up. She opened the superior left drawer on the previous room and picked up a black kimono, decorated with a yellow butterfly in a starry night, paired up with a simple and bright white koshimaki, and a cooper colored obi. She also put on a cooper lipstick and finished everything by aromatizing herself citrically with a little bit of the crucible`s mixture.
All that procedure took long enough to the nightfall, moment in which she moved to the Gohan teahouse. It was a smaller place, in a much more reserved environment, even tough, one of her most often clients were there, in a room where they could not fit five people. A gnome and a dwarf were driking beer in the right corner of the squared room and stopped right after she crossed the room. she grabbed a guitar at the end of the room and started playing it. Some sort of calmness changed the mood of the room, even tough the woman there were looking all around, like she lost something.
Meanwhile, in a caravan going to Amaquabá, a young man, using a black jacket over a studded leather shirt, using some sort of pants and regular boots, holding a wooden flask was telling about his deeds to a group of elves.
- Then I threw myself out of the window towards the next building. It was my last chance to escape from the Academy of Someisa.
- So it is true that the great Someisa was robbed a long ago! - A taller elf using simple leather clothing said it. There was a curiously well drawn bird made with black ink on his shirt.
- Well... - Gyff took another sip of beer. - ... Nobody thought that something would happen at the class time. It was really easy.
- But what were you looking for, after all? - The same tall elf said.
- Oh, anything with her letter on it. I lost the count of how many books a paciently read and them put back to its place.
- That academy has eyes within its walls! You could not have escaped! I don`t believe you! - Said an elf with a slightly better shape than the others using an opened shirt.
- Yeah... - Gyff took another mug of beer in a single sip. - ... Maybe she captured me. You should ask her about that!
Then the very same elf drawn a knife and pointed it to Gyff.
- Do you really think that I will let a lost person like you, that offfered a single sparklyn, to climb up and insult Someisa?
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