With a quick tap on her shoulder for reassurement, Chika totters past Mizuki, even before Mizuki can process that she's no longer standing in her original spot. Mizuki turns with a quizzical stare plastered on her face, trying to find where Chika has wandered off to, only to have her thoughts interrupted by a tap on the shoulder and the cacophony of a hundred footsteps.
Not thinking much of it, she turns, only to have an old farmer hunched in front of her and an entire line of villagers waiting to speak to her, standing in a beeline for a second of her time. 'That's one way to get famous around these parts', Mizuki jokes, still failing to lighten the stiff mood for herself.
