Konoha Nights

[kitsunekunochi]

Madoka walked down the street uninterested in the routine routes of the passing villagers. She nibbled on the sweet dumpling from under her shade hat and continued her walk down the busy street. The smell of food wafted through the air as the cooks in the resturants were busy over their stoves. It was a lot more crowded then usual. Madoka wondered why, but then again she was new to the village. She had moved here from far away, and had just registered in the village. The way these people interacted was strange, and endearing. Madoka didn't mind though it was a wonderful change, much better then the back street of her old village. She remembered the cold nights on skid row in her village. Cruel bastards passing you by, giving you dirty looks for just existing. Skid row was not a place to be. But Konoha nights were much different. Every one smiled and people in the resturants and bars laughed heartedly as they sipped their sake down.

Yes, Madoka would like this place just fine indeed.