Sandy Cloud Forecast

The Formals
"Er, em... Is the Raikage ready, yet?" A man asked, peeking into a room behind the door to get a glimpse and possible answer for the question he'd just asked. In the room was a woman, fairly tall and of white skin, who'd had her hands filled with make-up products. She stood over a dark-skinned woman who'd been resting in a chair.

Most knew these as the "dress up rooms", something used for celebrities when getting them ready for special events. Here they would have their makeup, hair, and even clothing done.

"Just a moment!" The tall woman called out, pressing one of the make-up products against her face. The dark-skinned woman jerked her head back a bit and gave the other a glare. "Lady Raikage, we don't have all day. Please just let me finish the foundation."

"Damn, why do I gotta' do this anyway? It's just a voice call, Kashira. You're my assistant, not my make up artist, I didn't ask for one of those. I hired you for one thing and one thing only." The Raikage barked lifting herself from the chair.

The taller woman placed the products in her hands on the dresser behind the chair. "Well, if you want to be literal, Milady... I was actually and technically taken from my clan." Kashira turned back to the Raikage with a clipboard in her hand. "Besides, you look so much prettier when you are actually presented as a girly girl."

"As a Shirugawa Clan member, your assistance was mandatory, Kashira. And I don't wanna' any of that "pretty" crap, I just want to get through this meeting. The state of the other four nations is my only priority right now. I ain't worried about looks."