Acting as her father's envoy to Konoha, Temari paused just outside the main gates to the village. Her lips pressed together in serious contemplation before moving forward toward the guards at the gate to check in and be shown to her guest quarters while she remained in the village.

Blue eyes taking in the buildings as they wound their way through the streets. Always the same aside from a slightly faded coat of paint. "Still the same." she murmurs under her breath wondering how anyone found it perfectly natural for their surroundings to be so stagnant.