Miyashiro Village

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At that particular moment the sound of water slipping back into its basin could be heard. Porcelain skin glided through the reflective liquid that was so essential to life. Long black hair that seemed darker than night itself swayed and floated in the water. Along elegant fingers danced in the water as it washed away any soap residue from her skin. Sliding one slender leg over the other the woman blew a couple bubbles that had formed in her hands.

Ayane sighed, ducking her head underwater before resurfacing as she stepped out of the tube. Black hair stuck itself to her body dripping with water and steam. If you looked past the screens and the steam one would see a rather beautiful woman with a slender body that suited her tall height. Of course no one would ever manage to get past her doors or through her guard at that.

Stepping behind a silk screen, Ayane slide into her kimono pulling her hair from underneath it. It didn’t take her long to get ready slipping a fox’s mask over her face. And as always she wore her customary hat with the clothe obscuring any view of her head. One would see her hair but that was about all she would allow them to see. Not even her trusted ninja have ever seen her face they only knew her as the head of the clan, whom was hauntingly beautiful and rather intimidating with her tall stature.

Sliding open her screen doors to her from, Ayane stepped out of her room not caring if Amaterasu was there or not. Let her scurry to catch up to me a smile slipped its way onto her pink lips knowing full well the girl was probably expecting her.

Walking to their carriage it almost seemed as if Ayane was gliding. Releasing an aura of superiority and elegance at the same time. Those she passed in the hallways of her home stopped what they were doing and bowed as they got out of her way, saying their greetings. Only a small handful followed her and Amaterasu. They were the Elders of the Miyashiro clan but none could ever beat the wisdom and knowledge she held within that mind of hers.

Stepping down onto the walkway Ayane paused looking at the bright sky before turning to Amaterasu, “Amaterasu, go get my favorite pipe. It looks like we’ll be having nice weather today but we all know all good things come to an end.” her voice sounded deep and beautiful as if each word was meant to be heard slowly.

Without waiting for a reply Ayane continued on her way to the carriage only waiting long enough to look behind her to catch one last look at her home. Stepping inside she sat down folding her hands neatly on her lap. “This should be an interesting meeting” she said aloud to no one in particular.