>>142943 You really need to take it easy. Besides, I did explain as others pointed out. If that is insufficient, blame Yukari's powers in separating Gensokyo from the outside.
[X]Accept Assistance
[X]Concern with regards to weight
[X]You've forgotten
You ponder for a moment. You freeze. How could you forget something so intrinsic to you. It's insane. It's mind boggling. You fail to remember the basis of who you are. You've forgotten your own name.
“I'm sorry,” you say honestly, “I've forgotten.”
She merely shrugs.
“I thought you'd be more surprised.”
“It wouldn't be the strangest thing around these parts.”
“I'm not sure you'd be able to carry me. Right now, I weigh upwards of two-hundred fifty pounds.”
“Huh?”
Aya seems confused. Then you realize that she might not be familiar with pounds. So you decide to try kilograms.
“I weigh around one-hundred twenty-five kilograms, an eighth of a tonne.”
“This girl is stronger than she looks, y'know,” replies the short-haired tengu, “Now stay still.”
You do as much and feel arms reach under your armpits.
“Mind the pauldrons and besagews,” you say, worried that she might cut herself on the jutting bits of metal. Unlike a horseman's armor, the pauldrons are symmetrical as you have no need to couch a lance. Then you realize that she probably lacks the in-depth knowledge of armor you have. She understands the implication of your words and avoids laceration.
The black wings beat, pulsing like a heartbeat to slowly achieving liftoff. The mountain rushes past you, green and brown and black blurring into brief streaks of color. You slow down and find village built into terraces. It reminds you of a rural Japan.
She gracefully lands on a path to the village. You walk for some time along the narrow path. You look down. To fall right now would be rather bad. By this time, night has fallen, casting pale moonlight upon the rocks.
As you would expect, there were a pair of guards armed with shield and spear guarding the path. It would take all of ten seconds to deal with them should push come to shove.
“Aya, who's that?” asks one.
“He's an outsider looking for, as he put it, 'a hot meal and a soft bed.' I didn't see any reason not to oblige him with hospitality.”
“Stranger,” one asks, “Are you armed?”
“Not at the moment, no,” you respond. You really don't want to get into a fight and have to cut them down. It would be a shame.
“Could you become armed?”
“Yes.”
“He doesn't seem like that black and white witch,” says one.
“You may pass,” says the other after a quick moment of hesitation.
You smile pleasantly as you pass, but then realize that your mouth is concealed by the armor.
Aya grabs your hand and leads you off somewhere.
“Alright,” she says, “You can spend the night at my place, but in return, you give me a proper interview.”
[X]Accept
[X]Decline