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is not sure is demon... but is not normal animal.

Yeah? What's going on?

now two nights all new seed in field stolen

last night GONTA watching, but still is stolen

i think possible not normal thief

Possible!

What's in it for me if I come and get rid of your hungry demon?

[... well, she was prepared for that!]

i can pay money or crop.

Deal!

Where do you live?

TSURUGI FARMSTEAD in the GREATMOON GROVES.

[And, sooner rather than later, there's a wandering hobo making his appearance at Tsurugi Farmstead.]

[ The thing about the Greatmoon Groves is that there's plenty to keep a body occupied while waiting for nightfall. Between the petting zoos, animal shelter, the various farming, foraging, and camping seminars, the green markets, and the abundant nature of the area, time is bided easily, comfortably by a certain seed thief who knows the area well after so many months in this world. She shops within the groves regularly, after all. Knows the layout of a certain farmstead rather intimately.

So it's nothing to watch the lights of the structures from a carefully chosen vantage point at a distance as darkness falls. It's nothing to drop from the the high branch of the tree in which she'd settled to nap, straighten and stretch, and turn eyes that catch and display a certain moon gold in them beneath the black hood she's wearing. And she's careful, of course, even as she begins to make her quiet trek for the fields, hair tucked behind her in her hood, boots abandoned back at that tree. She's darkness moving in the same darkness that doesn't trouble her eyes, and naturally, feeling out the environment ahead of her through sight and sound and energy.

She's expecting Gonta to be on guard, maybe a few more hands, but she'd settled on taking a good if quiet look before deciding her move. Let's see what's attempting to guard her snack tonight. ]

[Lightning settles in, waiting for his target. He isn't visible, he's relying on sylphs hiding out in trees, glittering forms tucked between branches and behind leaves and waiting for a target.]

[ There's no one that she can see or hear ahead in the fields themselves upon her approach and that triggers something of a quiet nagging in the back of Setsura's Cordis-addled mind. That there's the typical sounds of nature present doesn't go unnoticed, but people don't generally go from one watchman to none when they fail to catch whatever's responsible for scratching up their fields in her experience; and yet, the field itself seems to be completely devoid of any jinba or otherwise humanoid spiritual signature.

Maybe they installed more traps? And traps, well -- they can be disabled or destroyed as she goes in. There's a few she recognizes at that distance that could confirm a lack of certainty regarding 'what' is responsible at a glance and there's that quiet nagging again even as she tugs her hood more securely down. Rows of seeds and more readily visible potential traps noted, she's got a path and she's quick and quiet as she approaches the end of the trees, thoughts jumping from surveillance to snacks to this little detail to that still present nagging because she is absolutely somewhat distracted -- ]

[Setsura is very suddenly surrounded by a swirl of light, the tinkling of bells, a rush of sharp-edged fresh air. Sylphs circle her, dance around her, swoop and glitter as they rush from all sides of the farm towards their target.

Followed, in fairly short order, by their Tamer.]

Well, this is a surprise.

[ She stands where she'd stopped abruptly with that light, deep violet eyes bright beneath her hood. She'd realized it with that tinkling, the onset of that sharp, fresh air, the feel of them that she was good and had and by whom and that had been enough to halt rapid thoughts of how and where she should immediately move. To her knowledge, there's only one person on this planet capable of summoning sylphs, after all, and there he is, her husband, the sight of whom triggers a rumbling in her chest as her tail twitches behind her. ]

I'll say. You're the security upgrade?

That's me, your friendly neighborhood rent-a-cop. [He looks at her, expression shadowed under the thick curtain of his bangs with the faint light coming from the demons.

A grin.]

If you wanted to play a kinky punishment game, you didn't have to go this far!

[ She tosses her head at that, cheeks tinging just slightly beneath her hood. Her ears twitch slightly, her tail sways as she brings a hand up to rest upon her hip. Problem is she can't quite keep the grin from tugging at her mouth. ]

Taking a walk is hardly a crime, Officer. You're really going to punish me for something like that?

I'll take you in on suspicion of utter bullshit, Set-chan.

[The sylphs swoop, and disperse to settle in the trees around them, chattering to each other in bell-like chirps.]

[ She reaches with both hands for her hood and peels it back as she steps forward, revealing those curls of hers to be tinged a stark white. In the instant the moon catches in her eyes through the trees, they're gold and it's gold that peers up at him through those shaggy bangs of his, brow quirking. ]

And what'll you hold me on?

A table, probably. Or the wall. Take your pick. [He grins, taking her in. Kitsune, the advanced Cordis moonblessing. That explains a lot about what's going on right now, and sex is going to be the right bait.]

"Or"?

[ She reaches to tussle that shaggy hair of his. ]

That sounds dangerously lenient.

A table and the wall at the same time sounds uncomfortable.

Who said anything about at the same time?

Well, that depends on how well you behave! If you want something, you'll have to do what I say.

I am the most well-behaved person we know here.

[ Probably.

The majority of the time.

She's currently reaching to adjust his shirt at the collar, that last statement of his earning cant of her head. He's certainly got her attention, talking like that. ]

Like?

Like stop stealing peoples crops before they even have a chance to grow them. [He says, and gently flicks at one of her feathers.]

[ Oh, right. The root of all this is her recent night-time snacking, which she had been on her way to do before he'd intercepted her. She cants her head with that flick, brow quirking as she reaches for his hand.

Give it. ]

Telling a night sparrow to stop scratching up seeds when she's feeling peckish? Under ordinary circumstances, I'd say that's laughable.

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