Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20170506104115/@comment-29661846-20170529121853

Beatrix and I agree, given how our hike through the ruins have left us a little hungry.

"Sure, some luch wouldn't be bad." I say to Naomi.

Naomi ushers us inside the old temple turned orphanage with the children in tow. The interior is gorgeous, its while marble floors seemingly glow as the sun's light peaks through the windows and door. Statues of numerous mamonos native the Zipangu region, carved from rubies, sapphires, or marble, give color the otherwise clean white walls of the temple.

Naomi tels the children to clean up for lunch, their feet, talons, hooves, and scales echoing off the walls, before ushering is into the kitchen and to our seats.