Thanks For The Memories (Private)

A sigh escaped parched lips as the normal hustle and bustle of Tukigakure went on, passing by an old wanderer making his way through town. His travelling cloak and robes were brown, and they appeared to have seen better days. His hands and arms were bandaged, and he leaned hard on a sturdy wooden stick as if it were keeping him upright. A hood covered his face, although more bandages could be seen beneath them.

Finding a nice spot on a bench by the entrance to the Kage Tower, the seemingly-elderly man sat down with a muffled groan, hoping that no Shinobi would come to evict him.

Now, to find food...

Fauna was out for lunch from the academy and decided that day to head out for food. She was wearing a nice black dress with a red obi, the back of the dress had a crescent moon on the back and she wore black high heels, fitting for her black bandages that she usually wore. She brushed her long curly black hair and enjoying the sun when she noticed a old man sitting by the kage's tower and something about him caught her eye; she didn't know why, but similar to the feelings with Karasu, he felt familiar, but these feelings were stronger and more intense as if this was someone really important to her, yet she knew like Karasu, she had never met the man in her life. She came over to him, her right hand trembling slightly.

"Uhm hello, can I help you, dear?" She asked gently, unaware of who he was.

The old man was startled for a moment, looking up at her enough for her to notice the bandages covering his eyes. He spoke in a low, soothing bass, one that could have fit just as well in a face far younger than the man's apparent age. "Oh, I apologize, young one. You just startled me. I'm relatively new here. I'm a travelling monk, you see. I...collect stories, legends, that sort of thing. I had heard that the 'Tsukikage' was an Otsutsuki, and it excited me. They're so rare, especially after that dreadful war fifty years ago. The stories he must be able to tell..."

Sighing, it would appear as if his little rant had tired him somewhat. Shaking his head, he spoke once more, his hand shakin slightly on the staff. "I apologize. It was quite rude of me to spill like that without even a proper introduction! Might I ask your name, dear?"