An Divine Emissary (Private w/ Babygabrial)

[Shirayuki]

She smiles softly, patting his head. “If not… would you mind being called Miyako?” She added on, trying to illicit some response from him. After all, Miyako was a name of a friend she once had…
While her heart briefs for these children… she couldn’t understand why, but something about him seemed… off, almost as if there’s another energy within him.

(Would you want her to find the “Mark” now?)

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She smiles softly, patting his head. “If not… would you mind being called Miyako?” She added on, trying to illicit some response from him. After all, Miyako was a name of a friend she once had…
While her heart briefs for these children… she couldn’t understand why, but something about him seemed… off, almost as if there’s another energy within him.

(Would you want her to find the “Mark” now?)

[Babygabrial]

The child smiled a little at this. Not from the name itself, but from the love she put into it. If she addressed him in that tone each time, then it is the most wonderful name in the world. He painfully gives a little nod before he layed his head on his chest. Miyako, that is what he shall answer to. Sweet little Miyako-Chan. It rolls off of the tounge.

[Shirayuki]

With the boy still held close to her, she noticed an ill fitting section of the Kimono. She moved an hand to readjust it, but she noticed an flash of black beneath it, on the skin. Curious, she opened it up more, as the full image was revealed. An simple, black sun and, at it's middle, an small, mirror-like object.

An mirror... like...! Her eyes widened as she realized what it was. The black substance seemed to morph illusively, weaving in and out of sight. Traces of divine power, that all Mikos yearn to witness a glimpse of once in their life.

The sigil of Amaterasu, the Sun God. In her shock, she released her hands around the boy, staring at the mark without comprehension. Did that mean that this boy was...?

"Y-You..." Kiyomi tried to make out the words, but she couldn't speak. Was this fate, for him to end up in her hands now? Was he their messenger? Countless questions overwhelmed her.

[Babygabrial]

There was no telling what this mark meant. It was astounding that he somehow ended up at a Shrine Of Amateratsu with such a mark. What did it mean? Did he know it was there? Miyako-Chan was such a new mystery. The tension is cut by a growl.

[Shirayuki]

"Ah," She set him down. She had heard that same sound an great many times. "You must be hungry, aren't you, Miyako? Don't worry, I'll get you something to fill your stomach with."

With how seldom the food stocks run low, she reckoned that she should be able to cook up something. There's ample rice supply, with an variety of pickled vegetables... some soup may also be good for him to warm up, Kiyomi thought. "Just stay here, okay?" She smiled at him, standing up "I'll be right back."

Some fish would've been good for his energy, but it seems like today wasn't the day for that.

[Babygabrial]

Miyako layed there resting a bit as he tries to move his body, and look around the shrine. At least the room he's in. Miyako closes his eyes and thinks about the pretty shrine Maiden that is taking care of him. He is thankful to her, and can't help but feel discomfort and vulnerability with her not around. There's a worry on his face, but what is he worried about? What is he afraid of?

[Shirayuki]

After around 10 minutes, Kiyomi came back with an tray, numerous, steaming items placed on top of it. It may not be the most luxurious of foods, but it'll have to suffice. "Here," She placed the dish on an table, beckoning the boy to come. "I hope it's acceptable, now, eat up - you'll need your energy." She adviced him, placing an pair of chopsticks and a spoon on it... before she realized something she completely missed.

"Ah... You might need some help, won't you?" She had noticed the visible pain that Miyako had every time she tried to move. She carried him over, and settled him down near the table - which, at his size, was an non-issue. Before the rest of the food, she held the bowl of soup, gently blowing at an spoonful. "Here, it may be a little warm, okay?"

[Babygabrial]

Miyako helt his heart throb as he was carried by the nice woman. She is healing him, cleaning him, making him food. It reminds him of his Oka-Chan, his Mommy. He sighs relaxing on her as he takes in her lovely scent and the scent of the delicious food she's put her heart and soul into making. He slowly opened his mouth as he's fed the soup. "Mmmmmm" the first coherent sound he's made for her. It was delicious. When he opened for the rice, and pickled plum he took as much in as he could. His throat just hurts from taking in so much smoke and ash, luckily his jaw did not hurt. Though feeding himself or drinking for himself would be trouble.

[Shirayuki]

She allowed herself an small chuckle, patting him on the back. "Take it easy and slow... you haven't recovered yet." Though, the boy definitely liked the food; She could see it in his eyes as the food made it's way down that it he hadn't eaten for quite a while, and this must've been his first source of nutrition in quite a while.

After a while, it seemed like he'd finished. She had placed an cup of water beside the now-empty dishes, dabbing at whatever remains that had gotten onto his face. "Feeling better?"

[Babygabrial]

Miyako nods as rice and bits of soup are wiped from his mouth. He snuggled up to her, and when his back was being pat, he let out a little burp. It is unclear if he is having gastric issues, but there's no telling with this mysterious child. He seems quite adamant about staying snuggled up to her and laying on her. He will probably need to go to sleep before she may go tend to her shrine maidenly duties.