[Sanzang just loves world-hopping. It's a good thing she assumes Kaguya or the other Mystics will come by sooner or later to pick her up, otherwise she might've seriously started feeling sad.
Plus, everything's so new and exciting! Or maybe not quite new; the technology is far beyond what she's seen in the mystic realm, but she's seen bits and pieces and talked to the heroes of the future before (oh the fun things that ensue when a giant evil starts mashing universes and timelines together all willy-nilly!).
Either way, it's fascinating and the hugbugs are just adorable. She's quick to make friends with one, teaching it to dance with her and laughing brightly as she bounces through the crowd, only to inevitably bump right into someone.
Sanzang turns with an 'oops!' of surprise and stares wide-eyed, waving her sleeve-covered hands with a sheepish smile. The jewels on her headdress clink together pleasantly as she moves her head, the lotus-like chakra mark on her forehead standing out particularly bright against her skin.] Sorry! The fault was probably mine.I just can't stop myself from dancing when it's this nice out! [Ah, but he's pointing out a dirt stain on one of her sleeves and she looks a little dismayed.]
Oh! From when I was helping move the pumpkins around! Oh no... How am I going to get that out... [The Chinese watersleeves were of the finest silk, a weapon only once she'd channeled her spiritual energy and magic into them to make them so-- it wasn't like she couldn't replace them, it'd just be a pain.]
Bird is the Word
Plus, everything's so new and exciting! Or maybe not quite new; the technology is far beyond what she's seen in the mystic realm, but she's seen bits and pieces and talked to the heroes of the future before (oh the fun things that ensue when a giant evil starts mashing universes and timelines together all willy-nilly!).
Either way, it's fascinating and the hugbugs are just adorable. She's quick to make friends with one, teaching it to dance with her and laughing brightly as she bounces through the crowd, only to inevitably bump right into someone.
Sanzang turns with an 'oops!' of surprise and stares wide-eyed, waving her sleeve-covered hands with a sheepish smile. The jewels on her headdress clink together pleasantly as she moves her head, the lotus-like chakra mark on her forehead standing out particularly bright against her skin.] Sorry! The fault was probably mine.I just can't stop myself from dancing when it's this nice out! [Ah, but he's pointing out a dirt stain on one of her sleeves and she looks a little dismayed.]
Oh! From when I was helping move the pumpkins around! Oh no... How am I going to get that out... [The Chinese watersleeves were of the finest silk, a weapon only once she'd channeled her spiritual energy and magic into them to make them so-- it wasn't like she couldn't replace them, it'd just be a pain.]