Two Flowers Same Garden [Katori, Nami]

With her impending graduation she had not thought much about what division she was going to opt to join. Such an important choice and yet she had no special talent besides stealing things. It was quite a useful talent mind you but there wasn't exactly a division for thieves. How peculiar really, a division of thieves could be useful except it would surely devolve into in-fighting over of stealing among friends or some kind of competition.

She idly thought while wandering through the Seireitei towards the second division barracks. Her eyes wandering over the various bits of nature that dotted the area; trees, flowers, birds. They were pretty and it seemed nice and quiet here. If the environment was anything to go by it might be quite peaceful of a spot to consider joining but the habitat was one thing. The wildlife could only make or break such a serenity.

Without really thinking this through she stood quietly in the courtyard and watched the unseated shinigami go about their work. Her student attire was plain and in stark contrast, perhaps she should look for someone to explain her reason for being here but that might disrupt their duties.

This was a bit of a conundrum and so she remained idly watching the goings on with curious eyes. It was like a play in action with each of the actors going about their roles.

"Ka-to-ri..."

Nami murmured the woman's name quietly to herself as she heard it pronounced. What could a name like that mean? There were many ones that came to mind but it would be pretty rueful to ask her outright like some kind of weirdo. She thought she detected a "blossom" or "bird" in there which made it sound pretty, didn't it?

"Mhm. I'm Muira Nami, if it wasn't too much trouble I was wondering what your division was like. I've read information but if I'm going to pick a division once I graduate it would be nice to experience them prior, right?"

She hastily got out while adjusting in her spot. The uniform difference would always get to her. The white and red colours being polar opposite, and surrounded she felt like a white raven among the murder everytime she was out of the academy. Perhaps that was by design.