Keeping a Promise -Private-

It was odd, she thought, to watch the man she respected highly to act without disregard to the woman at first. Ruii had literally gaped when Okashii had taken the cookie without the woman's permission, it was a little astonishing for the 20 year old who grew up around proper order. As she watched, the woman who was supposedly a prophet smacked the Sannin on the head and silently she wondered if she was dreaming up this scene. It seemed so different and unbelievable that she didn't even comment on it, instead seating herself to the left of Okashii, her body relaxing into the chair, the muscles which had been reacting to the situation unwinding.

Quietly she sat, her back straight and feet placed firmly on the ground. She seemed to not even be acknowledged into the conversation, but Ruii didn't think too much of it, instead she merely kept still and silent, knowing from past experiences that you learn more listening than when you speak. Interlocking her fingers, she smiled inwardly, contemplating the situation. Things seems to be spinning out of control lately, making it hard for her to believe everything that was happening around. It was like a dream, something that started out so wonderfully beautiful and then suddenly; nothing. Everything went to the dogs and here she was, sitting beside her idol and this prophet who seemed to know what she was talking about. It was like a weird vision, and Ruii was afraid that if she moved a single bit, she'd break the illusion and find herself part of something so unfamiliar.

It was hard to listen to them talk, knowing that this discussion was merely a vague idea because she was there. It made her itch like the chicken pocks; a secret that was passed along to everyone's ears but her own. If she had nothing to do with anything, then she shouldn't be here, she thought wryly, her tone slightly annoyed. It was hard to not know everything and because of her rank, she knew she was rather lucky to have access to a large amount of information. It wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't indulged for once in her life, but something about this topic seemed more important then anything before it. She had a distinct feeling that involuntarily sent a shiver down her elegant spine.

Calming herself down, the shinobi sent the uncomfortable feeling to the back of her head, deciding to dwell on it later where she can bring her ideas to the open air and see if they fit in and were calculated better. Leaning back against the back of the chair carefully, her movements slow and calculated, the woman continued to be silent, deciding there was nothing to be said and there was no need for it anyway. If they wanted to add her into the conversation, then they would; and if they didn't that was fine too. She would learn more.