>"But aren't you always kicking it around? Understood. And thank you."
>Wrap it up in our - wait what are we wearing again?
>How heavy and big it it?
>Examine it. What does it seem to be made of? How large is it?
>Ponder some ways to transport it safely that we have access to.
> The Shrine Maiden gives you a brief nod.
> The orb is about the size of your head. It appears to have been cut from one piece of stone, yet the black-and-white pattern is perfect, unbroken and unmarred, as if the stone itself grew to be shaped into this ornament. You cannot see any seams or cracks in the orb. Its surface is so smooth that it feels as though it is covered in oil, and you find yourself having to be unusually careful that it does not slip from your hands.
> You are retroactively wearing a fresh kimono, one of your better ones, a fine piece made from black and orange silks. You can wrangle some of the wrappings out of your kimono to make a makeshift sack in which you can carry the orb whilst still remaining proper and fashionable.