[for those who remember her previous, similar post, the handwriting should be recognizable. Though she doesn't provide a name, she doesn't make any effort to disguise her hand either.]

Hello, everyone. I hope this finds you well. It's been a while since I wrote like this, but things got pretty busy around here, didn't they? I'll extend my offer again to anyone who needs it, just in case. Even though things have been peaceful for a little bit, knowing how things work, it might not last.

If you need someone to listen to something that's troubling you, or an answer to a question, I'll do my best to help.


[ooc: feel free to bother her in-person as well, she's at Reno's bar. If you're lucky she might make you lunch.]

[It definitely wasn't normal waking up in a garden.  For a brief moment Taiga had wondered if she was still at the festival, but it was quickly evident that this wasn't anywhere near Japan and her dress was no longer torn at the edges.  Everything seemed far too peaceful, and it wasn't every day a cat (one she nearly kicked away) would offer her a scroll to read.  Which she did, begrudgingly.

...So she wasn't in Japan.

She was alone.

It's with this thought that Taiga yanks on the vine, demanding to only speak into it.  The vine complies with a mirror, leaving Taiga entirely unaware that she's in fact on video.  Her regular clothes and bokken are held tight in her arms--the only connection she has to home--and despite the crass way she speaks, the petite girl's eyes are welled with tears.]

What the hell is going on?  Is this some sort of joke?  Someone better take me home o-or, or else!  I swear... if this is that Chihuahua's doing I'll kill her!  You hear that?

[Later on, Taiga can be found punching and kicking a tree in the orchard.  Her knuckles are scratched raw and her bare feet suffer a similar fate, but she doesn't even seem to notice.]