Akayoake no Washi breathed in deeply, deeply concentrated on her kata forms. Moving slowly, precicely, deliberately. Kata were a wonderful way of clearing the mind and toning the body. She was just outside the gated walls of Shi-sugakure no Sato in Ken no Kuni. After all, festivals were her specialty. Plus the people were so friendly and nice there, unlike some other villages... "Time to teach these youngters their lessons!" she thought. She henged into an old crone and led her large black shire horse towing her small gypsy caravan into the village. Setting up her fortune telling stand near the center of the village she spotted a young blonde coming out of a returant. "Here's a good place to start." she spoke aloud to herself in a foreign tounge. "Young lady! Yes, you with the lovely, long, blonde hair! Would you like to know your Spirit Path! Or perhaps you would like to know what you truly, most intimately desire! Even some potions or spells or talasmans to protect from being found by evil..." A sly grin in place as she trailed off at the interested look on her face after hearing that last part.
All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.
~Mark Twain
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