Leading the way wasn't actually an odd thing for the dancer, so she walks, and then scrambles across the wet stone in search of a little shelter. Eventually finding a bit of an overhang with enough shrubbery at the base for some protection.
"True, true. Wouldn't want the tempted to make sure we had everything we needed or somesuch."
Folding gracefully into the mud at the edge of the outcrop, she crumbles the incense in her hand, then holds it out cupped to catch the water as her other hand pulls out and thumbs her tattered holoslate. After murmuring quietly for several long moments, she casts the handful of gritty dissolving incense to the rain.
"Spirits of rain and river's flow, what do you know of the ritual held here a few days back?"
Tassu wrote:
The fierce and all of 5 inches tall water kami bubbles in the air, singing with voice without words.
"The man-things called a spirit of the land,
many things they have already planned,
king in yellow old as time,
the man-things plan, to his realm climb"
Nodding, concentrating, she asks on more question. "Which realm is his? This king in yellow?"
Tassu wrote:
"The realm of the great-serpents and walking turtles,
the grounds are clouds and the skies are myrtles,
where claws and wings will always clash
orange fiends, they trash and gnash!"
With that the spirit drifted out of existence.
She looks to her companions and repeats the rhymes. "It definitely sounds like a portal someplace, and despite the 'fiends' bit...it doesn't sound like the," she pauses, recalling the Spider's presence, "like Jigoku or Gaki-do."