Star Wars Bound By Honor

IC: Yama Hinoki
9:05 p.m.
Kangyuen Estate, Hireolshi

Hinoki tried to sleep, tried to rest in the room prepared for her in the Khan's estate. It felt so empty here. Her entire home, subtracting the Dojo, was only a little larger than the room she now found herself in. She felt so alone in Hireolshi, so far away from her little nameless town. So far away from her students, so far away from Kireina-laosan. The only thing of home she had was Tetsu-no-isan, her weapon. It laid right next to her within arm's reach on the futon. She had no blanket over her, it was far too warm for that.

Even though the sun had gone down the heat hung in the air, making in nearly unbearable. Darru-laosan had left, his junior, Taha Yure, leaving with him. There was a slight sense of disappointment to the end of the day. She'd left hoping to get a meeting with the Khan, to officially start her journey as a samurai in his service, however that was delayed. Apology was given, even if it was unnecessary, or not even expected. A Khan rarely had to explain themselves or beg pardon from their subjects. However it was well known that the Khan of Kuniga was not like most.

Another disappointment was not seeing Byunaatse Natsuki- xiaocha. She was a retainer to the Khan and was absent from the days classes, the Senfu and assumed she would be here, seeing to her duties. Unfortunately, if she was on the grounds she wasn't seen by Yama-senfu. It would have made this whole experience a little more bearable to see a familiar face. As it stood the orokujin felt so isolated, out of place. Part of her felt like she didn't belong here, that she should be back home, teaching. However she'd come too far, literally, to turn back now.

She rose from the mattress pulling her simple sleeping robe around herself. She had to borrow one, she didn't necessarily think about having to spend a night in the estate of her lord before accepting the trip. It was serviceable though it was a little small, particularly in the shoulders. There was more than one reason she'd been called Kuma-ojo, she was tall and had shoulders that rivaled male warriors, much less average females. This all added to the feeling of not belonging here, in this place of honor and dignity. Though she felt out of place, she was here anyway, time to just accept it.

She got to her feet, bracing herself on her naginata. It wasn't that she expected danger in the Kangyuen Estate, it was just that she didn't want to be far from the memory of her husband. It acted as an anchor to her, keeping her grounded as her world changed around her. Since it was too warm to sleep, and her mind was too restless to let her close her eyes, she decided to take a walk around the grounds. The other samurai had been told to let her wander throughout most of the grounds excepting the central building, for obvious reasons.

Sliding the door to the side she got a good view of the garden, one of the Lady of the House's hobbies. In the light of the lanterns it was somewhat calming, watching the foliage bend in the late night breeze. Just a little away she caught sight of a large four legged creature making its way over to a being standing with their arms crossed. It seemed others couldn't sleep as well. The quadruped was obviously a dog, with fur as dark as Hinoki's own. Jet black that would nearly disappear into the night were it not for the dim light, Ton'da.

She made her way over to the impromptu meeting, a little unsure of what to say. She was still new here, and not sure of her place. She recognized Fu'ral-laosan, the zabrak had visited the dojo a few times, checking in on the students to see if any needed her help. The other, she was less sure of, they had cream colored fur, similar to Kireina-laosan but, were a little taller, and male. Hinoki walked quietly towards him, not wanting to disturb his meditation, or his rest. Upon closer, silent, inspection they bore somewhat similar features to Byunaatse- xiaocha.

Could this be the mysterious brother Yama-Senfu had heard about, the brother that was her favorite sparring partner. The sibling that she took much pleasure in flummoxing with her particular fighting style, a style learned from Hinoki herself. The older orokujin took a little pride in being able to train a samurai despite her inability to touch the force, to hear the wisdom of the dragons. Byunaatse- xiaocha proved that Hinoki could teach those that held that connection, and they were not at a disadvantage.

She also mused about how to address him. Did she call him Byunaatse- sentai owing to the fact he'd been in service to the Khan far longer than herself? Byunaatse-kozhi? She was older, and more experienced in life than him. Byunaatse- kunseng? They were going to be working together, it would help to have a friendly relationship, get thing started on the right foot, though he might not feel the same. Byunaatse-laosan seemed like the best option, anything of more familiarity would be too close for mere acquaintances and, anything more formal or respectful might come off as either sarcastic, or overly flattering.

She took up a place next to him her naginata resting against her shoulder. The borrowed robe felt a little constricting, limiting her movements in certain areas. She felt like she was one wrong move from tearing the fabric into ribbons, next time she might have to set decorum to the side and request a male robe. She waved to Fu'ral-laosan smiling a little. Looking out over the garden she let herself be taken in by the way the lights danced across the leaves. She also tried to think of what to say when she was asked questions. Why was she here? How did she receive such an honor, to be elevated to the rank of samurai? Was she even prepared for such a role?

Were these questions she expected them to ask, or were these questions she was asking herself. At the moment she wasn't quite sure.

TAG: Ktala Darth_Elu

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IC: Ao-Hinan Ochitsukanai
10:15 p.m.
Akachen Estate, Qiang Lao

"Huff," Ochitsukanai, let out an annoyed breath as she rolled on to her side. "Ehhh…" she sighed again turning to her other side. Finally giving up she flopped onto her back staring up at the ceiling. It had been a whirlwind day, coming to this place, meeting with Akachen Feikia-laosan, getting setup in a room, being asked to spend a night here. It was a lot but, also little that happened. She was promised when Eren'ia Onyaa left that she would be shown around the Haotan Shrine, tomorrow. While she was a little disappointed at not getting to see a new Shrine, she had enough here to keep her busy.

This all felt surreal, from taking a skycar, to meeting with Akachen-laosan, to sleeping in this estate. She'd never been in a vehicle before, much less one that flew above the ground her feet had always touched. The view from the car was, breath taking, she could see for miles around, on all sides. It was at once better and worse than the view from her mountain (She hoped nobody minded that she had claimed the whole mountain). Up in the clouds she could see further, getting a real sense of the vastness of the world around her but, as well she couldn't feel it beneath her. She didn't feel connected to it.

Then came the meeting with the Khan's sister-in-law, though she was far older than the teen she showed a sort of reverence that made Ochi a little uncomfortable. It also made her feel just a little special, that someone of such a high station was showing just a little honor to a girl like her. The Shrine Maiden nodded her head, saying very few words. Nothing was really explained to her in regards to her presence here. When the lady asked for her to stay the night Ochi's first reaction was to decline, to ask if she could stay at the Haotan Shrine.

However she never said this, while she'd feel more at home in another Shrine, she wasn't really in a position to say no. This was a powerful family she was a guest of, though no one held more power than a dragon, they still had to be shown respect and be followed when their requests do not conflict with her duties. So humbly she accepted the offer and was shown to this spacious room. It absolutely dwarfed Senyō- sayé's quarters, and was even larger that the room she shared with her sisters. If felt so open and empty. She knew there were others around, she had a sense of them through the Force but, they weren't the same as her brothers and sisters back at her home.

All this taken together kept her awake. She was excited to be somewhere else, to take in the sights and sounds of another place. However it was all under a haze of foreignness. This was all so different, so strange to her. She didn't even feel like she was on Xinsuke-ye but some surreal universe where everything was wonderful and weird all at the same time. Much like the feelings she still held inside, it was alluring and enchanting but, terrifying and repulsing. Maybe it was these feelings as well that kept her awake, the fact that she loved being here and hated it.

She threw off the covers and padded over to her kimono and hakama that hung on the far wall. As she got dressed she made sure to run her sleeve gently over the broch that remained pinned to her clothes. She wore it as a mark of pride, and a reminder of her home. The reason she was getting dressed was that she was heading out of her room, to explore the grounds. It wouldn't do for a Shrine Maiden to wander about out of her vestments. How would the samurai patrolling recognize her. Also she didn't really have anything else to wear.

Stepping out, she gazed about, wondering where to go first. She considered going up the mountain…wait, she wasn't on her mountain, she couldn't ascend its side and gaze up at the stars like she had so many times before. She looked up, peering into the night sky. It seemed emptier, like there were fewer stars. The lights that normally danced above her head seemed, less vibrant more muted, only adding to the feeling of being in another world. Returning her gaze to the ground ahead of her she could explore the estate. She was given free reign to wander about.

And wander she did, the broad ferns about her let her mind return to the forest on Guolan Mountain. Even in the middle of the city there was a lush green garden. It wasn't natural in the strictest sense, but it was still comforting. As she moved about looking for nothing in particular she did see a few samurai on patrol. She grinned broadly at them, waving her hand in a vigorous way. They paid her little mind, having more important things to do than keep an eye on a little shrine maiden.

She had started to get a little bored with the area when she heard a voice, a magnificent song that floated above the sounds of the night. Her curiosity sparked she made her way over to the source of this melody. She found a human woman, juggling fire as she sung. Ochi was captivated watching the flames twirl and spin in the night air, their trails remaining even after they had passed through.

At the end the young girl fought her urge to clap choosing instead to come closer, to maybe ask who they were and maybe introduce herself.

However something caught her eye, a strange sight, the strangest one she'd seen all day. A diminutive being, covered in black fur, its little round ears and eyes make the teen almost squeal. Without a second thought she rushed off, bounding across the grass and finally jumping up onto the deck right next to the creature that had so taken her.

She landed heavy on both feet, too excited to take the time to land gracefully. She crouched down to look the being in the eye a broad smile etched into her face.

"What are you, you're so cute, who are you?" her words came out fast and with no breaths taken between. It took everything she had not to pull the little one into a crushing hug. Though it was a strange creature it had a quality she just couldn't resist. It was like a child's toy yet it walked, could it talk as well. "Can you talk?" she asked not even considering the implications, "Can I hug you, is it ok if I touch your ears, how about just pet your fur?" again she couldn't help herself, she just wanted to touch this thing all over if only to confirm that it was real and not just another of her flights of fancy.

TAG: A Blind Prophet Darth_Elu

 

Zhellday, Tythonel 2nd, 184 ABY

1:45 p.m.

“Your Resolve Is A Beacon”

~Riverhead, Aruka Province~

It was on the smaller side, but it was still a city. A city that had that intangible ‘small town feeling.’ The city’s name came from the almost central part of the river just outside the city limits that bent into the vague shape of an “orokujin head” in profile as it meandered from the Kharuuldan Mountains from the west to the large swamp known as Zeiji Wallow in the east.

Just a little quirk in a city that considered itself little in most political affairs overall. Only the Khan of Aruka Province, Khan Torawei, ever seemed to notice its existence.

Geography and local sentiments aside, this was the location in which Dare Ivy had found herself born and raised in. Such as it was. Tough to consider abandonment at age seven and subsequent raising from a minor street gang of older kids ‘raising.’ Add in the bonus of being used and abused by the end, which led to the lonely teenage years. What a waste. A sad, pitiful waste. Of what she wasn’t fully sure, after all, she never knew what it was she was missing fully. She just knew she had missed it. What a waste.

A waste that would never happen again.

Her conditions? Dismal. Her future? Bleak. Her determination to live and better everything about herself in order to do so? Unmatched by any she knew.

This was the trait that caught Orabei Maiko-senfu’s gaze. Her eyes ablaze with a fire that didn’t match the hardened cold she otherwise exuded. Hurt and suspicious of everyone around her now, yet that thirst to prove, to survive intact. Impervious to outside attempts to break her further.

Yes. This was what caught her teacher’s eye. With little need to persuade, if not fully trusted either at the time, she was enrolled into the Black Dragon School for Kurikaesu Makashi-ryu.

From there the human woman running the school, Orabei-senfu naturally, taught her alongside her other pupils and allowed her to stay in a spare room in the back of the dojo rather than being stuck on the streets.

It was these little kindness’ that slowly built up the carefully placed trust between the two. Her master now the only one she trusted in this world. But often, Ivy would be scolded gently.

“I am but a stone on your path to where you belong, Dare-xiaocha,” she’d remind her after classes, “Remember me and my teachings, but always keep that fire in your eyes burning toward your horizon.”

A small smile that also formed not just from lips but those dark eyes that oversaw her training day and night, “This dojo is not your horizon. You are bound for higher things, I know this. You know this.”

Moments like that enhanced the drive within. The drive to use her training at the dojo and become…

Samurai.

Currently, she raised a hand to deftly tuck some of her exotic red and black hair out of her face and behind her ear while keeping aware of what was playing out before her. A sparring match between two other of her master’s students that she didn’t speak much with. Both were young men, one a duro and one a yellow skinned twi’lek. They were average at best skill wise, but they persisted at the least.

Ivy’s hand tightened around the hilt of her katana that she had earned, as a way to dispel her anticipation for her own match. The bamboo sword that would truly be used lying before her, where she was kneeling off to the side from the central mats. This katana, sheathed and slid through her obi sash upon her waist, was not meant as a marker of status as she was not yet samurai but as a way to show her progression of the school.

The sign that still marked her a trainee? The black string tied around and dangling off that said hilt she was gripping, its color denoting what type of dragon school she attended. When the time came for her to finally be chosen to serve the Khan, that black string would finally let loose from the blade in a simple ceremony.

“Loose the string to let loose the potential.”

Orabei-senfu clasped her hands behind her back as she stood on the opposite side of the room, watching her clashing students carefully. Chiding and instructing in equal measure. Once in a while she would pause the two, asking them to freeze, and reposition their arms or legs to show them how best to utilize a technique or stance; then she’d back away and tell them to resume.

A normal day within the shoji-paneled building.

However, when the two others finally finished and bowed to each other respectfully to bring it to an official end; there was a small interruption before the next pair were about to be called.

The front door that was off a short ways to Ivy’s left slid open, causing the twenty-some heads to turn in its direction. In the doorway and almost completely blocking the mostly sunny day beyond; a feeorin man with the trademark dull yellow eyes and head tendrils. More striking however was his impressive height. Almost nine feet by her measure! Not to mention the broad shoulders to match and powerful muscles that seemed to be wherever you looked on his figure. His skin that of a green so dark, it reminded of the moss within the heart of a forest in which the canopy above eternally kept hidden from all but the most fleeting of prying glimpses of sunlight.

His presence exuded irrefutable strength, immovability, and forced dead silence of all those who looked upon him. Well, except for one.

“Rev!” exclaimed their swordmaster as she crossed gracefully over to the feeorin. The katana at his hip and lightsaber hilt dangling from his belt saying the last pieces of who he was for those curious.

“Maiko!” he returned with a booming voice and enveloped the woman in a quick one-armed hug after ducking into the building with practiced ease.

The two of them spoke for a few minutes idly, delaying the lessons longer, as Ivy once again noted the pair’s lack of honorifics. She knew the feeorin as well as he was a close friend of Orabei-senfu, though they seldom saw him due to his duties. He was one of the Khan’s favored samurai and was usually abroad on his behalf. Indeed, it had been a year and a half since they saw him last if she recalled correctly.

In the five or six years she had been with her master and progressed rapidly under her tutelage, she had never seen the two of them use honorifics when speaking with one another. She never knew the full history and they weren’t lovers, though it was often wondered at due to the familiarity they openly displayed.

Soon enough, Orabei Maiko composed herself, remembering that her class was in session. Masking any embarrassment, if there was any to be had, the older woman simply looked over at them all.

“Well. What are you all looking for? You may rest for the day.”

With a sigh, Ivy’s eagerness for a match went unanswered.

“No, not yet,” Rev responded. His voice rolled over the stirring pupils, freezing them in their tracks a second time.

“Rev?”

“My apologies, Maiko, but I’m actually here on official business. The Chamberlain has asked me to search for new recommendations.”

To say the reaction was instantaneous would be an understatement. Every student, young or older, had their backs straighten with lightning speed. The feeorin samurai was here to elect a new samurai-to-be among them. If their master felt any were ready.

“Are there any this day?”

The woman’s eyes stared off for a few seconds then hardened as they refocused on the man before her. “Yes, there is one.”

A long pause filled the room. And despite no names being given, it almost seemed like the feeorin instantly knew who it was. His voice softening just enough. Ivy only caught it due to seeing him over the years.

“It’s time then?”

“It’s time,” Orabei-senfu replied amid a measured breath, “Dare Ivy-xiaocha…..

Step forward.”

Tag: Moonspun Dragon

 

Master Ash & Kel Wynt’r
Zhaoichi Estate, Edokura

The light rain which poured over the city was a source of serenity for the the samurai Hanami Boshi, who these days was best known simply as Master Ash.

The blind miraluka and his young nagai apprentice, Wynt’r Kel, walked side by side down a lightly populated street, at the insistence of the Master. Naturally, the young nagai had protested. A walk in the rain seemed completely eccentric! Yet, he complied nevertheless. Only after a few moments, once he’d let go of his irritation, did he begin to appreciate the exercise.

Master Ash welcomed the rain for many, many reasons. It prompted introspection and meditation, which he deemed necessary, should a samurai warrior aspire to excellence. It was no substitute for ‘waterfall meditation’, but it served a similar purpose. It also provided investigative opportunities.

The blind samurai was confident that the Chamberlain had a plan, that would be the only feasible reason the venerable orokujin would have to prevent him from joining the current investigation. Enemy infiltrators was a serious business. Master Ash would know, given his past experiences.

Glancing to his left, he was pleased to see that his apprentice had finally settled down. Kel’s aura was steady and evinced a contemplative signature. His previous agitation was completely gone. Master Ash was indeed pleased with the young nagai. He had come a long way for an orphaned and troubled youth, strong in force potential. Kel’s encounter with Kanuza thugs the previous day was a prime indicator of that growth.

Before his apprenticeship, Kel would have been far more reckless in his approach, and would have likely gotten himself killed and the arkanian girl would have been lost to her captors. Thank the Force, that was not the case. Though Kel had a long way to go, Master Ash was silently proud of the young one’s progress.

He smiled then, seeing the how Kel no longer complained about the rain or being wet, but seemed be reflecting on his own.

And indeed, Kel was.

The rain no longer bothered him. It was funny, he was even beginning to like it. Walking with his master like this, down the street. It felt like they were out on patrol instead of a stroll. Master Ash was a great teacher, despite being a little strange.

On the previous day, Kel relegated the story of the would-be-kidnappers as clearly and detailed as possible. He was expecting a scolding afterwards, but none came. That was a big surprise. Instead, Master Ash had commended his good work, centeredness and proper use of techniques. Kel tried not to swell-up too much with pride, but did not conceal his sheepish grin.

The identity of the arkanian girl remained a mystery, either that, or Master Ash was not telling. Kel also noticed how his mentor became concerned once he mentioned the archer’s yellow eyes. That had prompted a marked pause from his Master, who did not immediately elaborate, but rather, began their training session right there and there.

Kel was pleasantly surprised at the greater intensity of their one-on-one training. Master Ash was pushing him again. At the time, Kel could hardly afford to stop and think as to what had prompted his Master, but now he could think on it. Master Kel had also acquired two other recently promoted samurai for a three-man sparring match. That had been unexpected, but also exhilarating.

Did Master Ash know something he was not yet sharing? Did this possibly have to do with the kidnappers? In the past, Kel had stopped petty market thieves, though he was technically not yet supposed to. Master Ash had scolded him then, but never outright told him to ‘stop’.

There was something about the archer’s eyes. The feeling he experienced, he could not quite describe it. It felt different from the other thugs, but he’d been in the flow of combat and had not focused solely on it.

Walk they did, as they continued. The blind man leading his young charge. The two went up a set of stairs and moved on. Master and Apprentice then turned a corner on the main deck and Kel’s head instinctively shot-up.

There, a man sat quietly gazing out. He was a male orokujin garbed in samurai gear. The young nagai followed the man’s line of vision, which ended at a small pond which was not too far in front of them, the rain dancing upon its surface. Kel eyes returned to the man, then studied him. Kel did not fail to notice marking from the Black Dragon School on the man. Without looking, he queried his Master.

“Senfu, who is he?”

It was a good and valid question, for Kel had never seen this man before, and he was very well acquainted with local faces and names.

So, you sensed him too. We’ll done. The older samurai thought to himself, a small smile gracing his face before he verbally responded.

“That, my young apprentice, is someone we have not seen in a very long time. His current name is Kyokan: He was the Shogun’s favored duelist and champion.”

And if he’s here, maybe matters are far worse than I had anticipated. Master Ash thought somberly.

With grace, and without hesitation, the older samurai bowed respectfully to the returned warrior. Following his Master’s lead, Kel did the same. The man’s name did not really sound familiar to him, but judging by the way Master Ash spoke of him, he had to assume that this man was important.

Out of the corner of his eye, Kel saw motion. He turned his head slightly, at which point his eyes, for the span of a heartbeat, grew wide.

There was a samurai woman several paces from them, at the next corner.

…and she looked distinctively arkanian!


Tag: @Darth_Elu, @bad_feeling_haver, @QueenSabe7

 

Nakatsukasa Iori IC:
~Akachen Estate, Qiang Lao~

Taking a deep breath, Iori allowed herself to gather the batons, no longer on fire, into one hand while taking in the presences of the two people nearby. One on either side, if some distance away.

The one that was younger moved first, which was no surprise. The surprise was that despite her obvious curiosity into her recent performance, she was ultimately not her destination. The young orokujin, as Iori now saw her more clearly, bounded by in swift motion and toward the other person. Was that a shrine maiden's outfit? Why was a Shrine Maiden at the estate and a young one at that? Interesting.

Looking at the one she had idly glanced at during her performance again, she understand why the individual had caught the girl's attention so strongly. A fascinating sight!

A samurai by what she could tell, yet they were quite short! A dwarf wookiee of sorts? But he looked so…different from one.

Iori's eyes sharpened after a few seconds of thought.

Wait. I think I've heard of this description before. And they wield a naginata…could it be…?

Turning quietly and gracefully, the woman's movements flowed with a more measured pace toward the two. Her attention had thus been ensnared itself, a scenario she hadn't thought of.

"Greetings," she opened simply with a smile. She waited to say more so the samurai could respond to the overzealous girl before them.

To say there was amusement in Iori's own eyes would be accurate.

Tag: galactic-vagabond422 A Blind Prophet

 

Onni Fu'ral
9:05 p.m. ~Hireolshi, Kuniga Province~

Earlier in the day, Onni had been awakened by Ton'da's pawing and licking. They had taken a nap at the hotel she had rented earlier, but a messenger soon appeared. A messenger from the Khan that asked if she could stay the night at the samurai's building on the estate of the Khan. Of course, Onni accepted. She quickly took up their things, and soon made her way to the estate. It was a beautiful estate, and any time she was offered a chance to stay there, she would take it. Once there, she and Ton'da had fallen back asleep, escaping the heat of the day. As night fell, the air became a bit cooler, and Ton'da's head butting woke her up. AT his insentience, she finally stepped out.The air was warm, but tolerable. She and Ton'da began their walk. But soon, she noted that her
companion's ears had perked up, and he was getting very excited, bounding ahead of her and circling, eager. Within a minute or so, she soon saw why.

Standing with arms folded and eyes closed in the lantern glow and a small ways away from the main deck of the central building, was an orokujin samurai she knew well. It was Byunaatse Kaifen. Ton'da was beside himself, and Onni smiled, giving Ton'da a nod. "Not too close." she whispered, wondering if she could manage to sneak up to him immediately, just as Ton'da was moving to do. Onni decided to simply watch as Ton'da made her way towards Kaifen. As Ton'da quietly stalked, Onni saw another person walk towards Kaifen, taking up a place next to him. She could all but feel Ton'da's disappointment. The woman had ruined his game. But Ton'da would still try to get a rise from his familiar friend. Onni recognized the woman as Hinoki, the head of a local dojo. The woman took up a place next to Byunaatse Kaifen, resting her naginata on her shoulder, waving at Onni with a polite smile. Onni returned the greeting, staying silent for the moment, as they all seemed drawn to the warm night air. Another being, a young woman sat on the roof of the samurai building. Onni gave a nod of acknowledgement to her as well, before turning back, looking out at the lanterns that dotted the area around them. Onni did not wish to spoil the moment, which seemed to be coming together. So instead, she slyly smiled, as she watched Ton'da move, trying to gain a upper hand on Byunaatse-Kunseng.


TAG: Darth_Elu, galactic-vagabond422

 

IC: Seri'na Rubellite
8:45 p.m.
~Jeongbayar Estate, Zhenao~

It was frustrating to be left behind. She knew this when she had done so to Hurrei Zyn, but now it was her, and her words of comfort fell slack. When news of the attack from a force of near three hundred ronin spread late last night after an urgent messenger had arrived, many had wanted to spring up and head out to crush the threat to their Khan and province. Seri'na was one such, she might be an armorer, and a weapons smith, but she was a retained samurai and much as any defender of a Den Mother she felt the fire to fight for her Khan!

Duty kept the others at bay, and so to herself. When it was learned not long later that other samurai and messengers had been ambushed and killed as well, that sense of needing to be out there, fighting, was all the greater. And still duty kept them at bay. Kept her at her post. For a time. For a time.

Seri'na Rubellite had, of course, been asleep during all the initial news. Possibly why she was chosen to guard. And after she had learned in the still dark morning hours; a whole force was already in the middle of being formed and prepped for battle.

She wasn't chosen to be among them. No, she had been tasked with the minority who were to help keep the estate secure. Also honorable, but the joy of getting revenge on the despicable ronin was now out of her hands. Although to protect the young Khan who had not even reached the age of breeding was a noble thing, and points could be argued that it was in fact the more honorable and desirable posting. Not that she agreed with that when her blood was boiling at the thought of all those friends, customers, and fellow retainers dying at the blades and hands of those without honor. Her heart cried for compensation, for blood, and for satisfaction.

Now as the tense, but otherwise dull, day rolled by of walking too and fro, and was starting to come to a close; she found herself on patrol around the location for the fifth time. To say that things looked the same as when she started would not be a stretch as only the time of day and passing of others had occurred. Reports streamed in every so often, as they had throughout, and it was sounding like more and more they were getting the upper hand. The ronin starting to falter. Wouldn't be long now before she heard of the victory most likely. She yearned for it, let it be done, let her go to her shop and mourn, or let her go and fight.

But for now, for now here upon a section of carefully maintained lawn was her place. Like a well worn peg on her shops wall, waiting to handle something, yet stubbornly empty of tasks beyond waiting. Staring with her species' limited night vision around her for oni (ogre/demon) or something, perhaps someone who might want to take advantage of the main samurai force being away and try to loot the Khan's residence or some such. And she still hadn't learned what that thing Khan Hine sent Khan Jeongbayar was! Annoying. Especially after feeling it with the Force on the way back, it was something, and it most certainly was not a paperweight. What it was was pure annoyance.

Catching a sound, she looked and caught sight of someone familiar approaching. At least there was that. A friendly client. A full friend perhaps? She waited as the other drew near and raised her empty hand in greeting. "Welcome to the lawn, I have toiled long and hard to aerate this patch of earth. Do you bring good news? You smell well at least." she noted with a bend of her head as she eyed Roku Akiva. She already felt another coming in the Force, but she paid it little heed. She felt no warning nor danger, and so decided to focus in the reveling of the presence of someone she might tentatively call a friend at best, and good customer at worst.

Tag: @Mitth_Fisto, @A Blind Prophet, & @HunterPrime

 

8:45 p.m.
Tolin, ~Jeongbayar Estate, Zhenao~

Callie slept throughout the day. She was so exhausted from her previous nights work, that she simply slept,
letting her body recover from her journey. When she awoke, it was early in the evening. Callie ate a light
dinner, as she tried to find out more information about what had happened while she slept. She found out
more, when later during the day, she was given a message to deliver, to someone within the compound. A
simple enough request. Callie moved to find the person to deliver her message. It did not take long for
Callie to locate the person within the compound. As Callie moved about, she could sense that the temple was
tense, on alert. Understandable. So Callie kept an open ear for anything unusual as she moved about, looking
for the woman who she had a message for. Soon, she located the being, and moved towards the woman, Roku
Akiva.

As Callie found the young feeorin woman, she noticed that she seemed to be speaking to someone. Another
female samurai was there as well. selonian. She was not sure of the woman's name, but she gave the woman a
respectful nod. She waited for them to finish speaking before she bowed her head towards Akiva. "I have a
message for you, from the Chamberlain, Roku-Xiaocha." Callie paused, and then continued. "He asks that you,
Stay focused." Callie nodded. "That is the end of the message." Obviously, anytime the Camberlain sent a
message, it was to be taken to task. And Akiva would understand its full meaning, hopefully. But once said
aloud, it seemed to reverberate within the very air around them. Callie took a careful look around the area
that they currently stood. For some reason, it felt as if she was supposed to be here, at this moment. But
she did not understand why. Was it the will of the Dragons? Or simply something else. For the moment, Callie
stayed quiet, her message delivered. But at the moment, she would not mind the company, if they had no
objections.


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Byunaatse Kaifen IC:
~Kangyuen Estate, Hireolshi~

Kaifen stood in the lantern light, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. He allowed himself to relax in the moment, simply taking in the physical sensations of the world around him. The slight stir of the air as it played with his fur, the warmth resting on him like a thin blanket, and the varied quiet sounds of the region that he was accustomed to.

Movement approached him. It wasn't loud by any means, but it was casual and steady, not hiding itself. A little slow. Hesitant? Or just taking in everything as well? He wasn't sure. But it came near him.

As they settled into the spot next to him, the orokujin male cocked open his right eye to look at them and noticed an older woman he didn't recognize. He didn't remember seeing her around, so it was likely she had arrived while he was away from the estate at some point. With his eye open and alert raised even further, before he could give his greetings, he sensed another slowly encroaching from his other side.

The woman's waving, a polite smile on her face, confirmed it. Closing his eye for just a moment longer, he let out a smile.

"Don't even think about it, Ton'da," he murmured. The dog-like companion of Fu'ral Onni had gotten close to sneaking up on him, but the arrival of the other woman at just the right time ruined his little game. He couldn't help but chuckle a little.

His green eyes opened now and he bowed to the unknown woman. "Hello, a nice night to meet a new face." With a pause he looked over with a grin toward where the zabrak woman was approaching now in earnest.

"And always nice to see you again, Fu'ral-xiaocha. Off having any adventures without me?"

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IC: Yama Hinoki
9:05 p.m.
Kangyuen Estate, Hireolshi

The man she suspected to be Byunaatse Natsuki- xiaocha's brother lightly opened his eye. His green eyes confirmed in her mind his identity. Thought they did not share the same color of fur, their eyes were unmistakable. Those emerald orbs had stared into Yama-senfu many times, over many sparing matches. However Hinoki always noticed a bit of a mischievous nature in Byunaatse-xiaocha's eyes. Where Kireina-laosan was dutiful and determined Byunaatse-xiaocha was playful at times teasing, maybe that was why she love feint practice. It gave her an outlet for her cheeky nature.

She wondered if that same roguish glint lived in her brother's eyes. Maybe she would have to spar with him to see it. However challenging someone right after meeting them, particularly a samurai, was not the proper thing to do. The younger orokujin took notice of the approaching creature. He ended his meditation or rest, it was hard to tell now that both eyes were open.

He bowed to her, she tried to bow in return but, held back. Again the too small robe constricted her. It wasn't immodest on her frame, though a little short in the hem for her liking, it just didn't fit. It pinched at the shoulders and the obi dug into her waist uncomfortably as she attempted to lean forward. She could feel the seams stain containing her broad shoulders as the fabric flattened over them.

She noted the katana on his person. Just like Tetsu, a samurai is never without his weapon. She mused slightly on the thought of her bearing the traditional sign of the warrior class. She wouldn't be useless with it but, she wouldn't be as proficient. She had been training and teaching in the naginata for many years. As well she would never give up her weapon, ever.

"Greetings, I am Yama Hinoki," she said addressing Byunaatse-laosan. She remained silent as he spoke to Fu'ral-laosan. By the way he addressed her, he was close to the zabrak though not overly so. She waited for a moment, looking somewhat nervously at the younger man. Should she reveal that she knows his name, or at least has a good guess? Should she just remain quiet until he introduces himself? Byunaatse-xiaocha never revealed that she was learning from the orokujin Senfu. Was it Hinoki's place to, in some small way, shed a little light on the grey furred samurai secrets.

In difference to her student she remained quiet on the matter.

"Can you not sleep as well in this heat?" she asked both of them, leaning back against the wall again arms at her sides. If she were to cross them the sleeves of her borrowed garment would come up past her elbows, possibly tearing the robe along the back as well. It only added to the uncomfortable air around her and the scene, or the discomfort she felt talking with others she did not know. She did her best to hide her unease though the cursed kimono didn't make it easy.

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IC: Kyōkan/Doraku Kambei
6:32 p.m.
~Zhaoichi Estate, Edokura~

Kyōkan found the rain pleasant this evening, conducive to meditation. He was having a harder time clearing his mind than usual, but that was to be expected. It had been an emotional few days. Not emotionally painful, so much—the memories of his son brought up by the house had been the only truly difficult part of the trip—but he did feel awkward. After so many years, wearing the kamishimo again felt like playing dress-up. The outfit seemed a size too big, even though it fit perfectly well. Having been a samurai for so long, there was no doubt Kyōkan could play the part well enough, but that would be all he would be doing: playing a part.

Despite his change of clothes, Kyōkan was still wearing his favorite kasa hat with the eye slits. It was a great accessory for the rain. Sheltered from the weather under the eaves of the Shogun’s estate, he had removed the hat and left it slung against his back with the chinstrap against his neck. He attempted to meditate, making the mida-no-jo in with his hands and tails, trying to discern a rhythm in the sound of the rain on the pond.

Perhaps it was the fact of his being back in his old surroundings, in the garments of his old office, but his reflection turned to philosophies from his martial arts training, not his religious practice: The principle of water in relation to martial arts is that of flexability. Water changes to conform to the boundaries which contain it, seeking the most efficient and productive path. This had been taught to him long ago as a rising kenjutsu student. During his career as a duelist, he had found one of the worst mistakes one could make was to become over-reliant on one technique, one weapon, one favored target on the opponent. In his experience, specializing in anything to the point of reliance was almost worse than being bad all-around.

It was an idea that was certainly applicable to his current situation. Water is water, whether in the sky, in the pond, in a cup, in the sea. The change of clothes or name did not change what he knew about himself. I can change my shape without changing my nature. Kyōkan tried to bring the idea into his mind, tried to fully internalize it. In martial arts, one used the tactic that best fit the situation at the moment. If resuming his old position was the most effective way to keep the peace, then that was the tactic he would use.

The shogun had kept Kyōkan waiting for an audience today, though Son-Min might call on him at any time. Without assurance that he wouldn’t be interrupted, Kyōkan wasn’t expecting to make all that much progress in his meditation, but practicing meditation was still one of the best uses for small periods of downtime like this. As it happened, it wasn’t Son-Min who appeared around the corner, but two fellow Zhaoichi samurai. Kyōkan sensed their approach through the Force. He missed the younger man’s question, but apparently it was about him, as the master answered, “That, my young apprentice, is someone we have not seen in a very long time. His current name is Kyōkan: He was the Shogun’s favored duelist and champion.”

Kyōkan rose and turned to the two samurai. The older one gracefully bowed, followed quickly by his young apprentice. Kyōkan returned the gesture. Something about the master samurai’s aura was vaguely familiar, and since he had referred to Kyōkan by his precept name, he must have been in service when Kyōkan resigned. Kyōkan was expecting to be exclusively called by his birth name for however long this task took, however long he was back in Chisinqi Province. Anyone who, like this Miraluka samurai, defined others on their terms rather than his own, was worthy of respect. By now Kyōkan was quite sure he recognized the man. He admonished his old memory for taking so long. Suddenly he remembered: Hanami Boshi, the hero of that campaign against the bandits some years ago, and a fellow Black Dragon practitioner. And he too had a preferred name, Master Ash.

Suddenly another Zhaoichi retainer appeared, an Arkanian woman. Kyōkan did not know her personally, but he could make an educated guess that she was of the Sato family. She had the stance of a staff fighter, for one thing, and she bore a strong resemblance to Sato Kojin and Kojin’s father, whom Kyōkan had known.

It seemed the other three had all appeared in the garden quite suddenly, and now the rather retiring monk faced the task of comporting himself as a samurai amongst other samurai again.

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Byunaatse Kaifen IC:
~Kangyuen Estate, Hireolshi~

As the older woman greeted him, he turned to face her again, bowing once more at the exchange of names. Yama Hinoki. His mind rifled through his thoughts quickly, but turned up blank. Not a name he was familiar with.

He bowed in return, entirely unaware his own greeting was a confirmation of what she suspected. Indeed, he was ignorant of her suspecting his identity at all. Or why she would be.

"A pleasure to meet you, Yama-laosan. I am Byunaatse Kaifen. Samurai to Khan Kangyuen."

His katana made that last bit rather, well, obvious. But he was so used to saying it in an officialized form of greeting when meeting someone new, he couldn't help it. Doing it so automatically like that annoyed him however.

Cracking a small wry smile, he teased himself over it: "Which is obvious, of course."

His eyes took in her naginata and absence of sword or discernible lightsaber hilt, while listening to her question. Difficulty sleeping was always a pain, he certainly had his fair share of nights like that.

"Just got off of guard duty recently," he admitted, "Though you bring up a good point. I don't think I could sleep well right now."

His eyes turned up to the night sky, while briefly lingering on the girl on the roof inquisitively, "Restless for some reason."

He noticed her evident discomfort with her outfit, wasn't overly difficult to see. But the young man found himself a bit tongue-tied as to what to say regarding it. He didn't want to come off awkward in any way…

Fu'ral-xiaocha, please say something about that. Don't make me do it.

"You must be the possible new samurai in our ranks, I assume? Heard something about it earlier today."

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Onni Fu'ral
~Kangyuen Estate, Hireolshi~


"Don't even think about it, Ton'da," Byunaatse-Kunseng murmured to Ton'da. His game spoiled, Ton'da gave small whine, and then turned to look at the woman who stood next to Kaifen. He then gave the woman a loud snort, before looking back at Kaifen, and then rolled over on his back, tounge hanging out at Kaifen. Onni chuckled softly as she came up to join the others.

Kaifen opened his eyes, and turned to bow towards the unknown woman. "Hello, a nice night to meet a new face." With a pause he looked over with a grin toward Onni.

"And always nice to see you again, Fu'ral-xiaocha. Off having any adventures without me?" Ton'da rolled over and gave a bark. Onni smiled, as she bowed in greeting to the both of them. "Always." she answered simply. The other woman now began to speak to Kaifen.

"Greetings, I am Yama Hinoki," she said addressing Kaifen. "Can you not sleep as well in this heat?" she asked both of them, leaning back against the wall again arms at her sides. Onni looked at the poor woman. The clothing looked as if it was about to choke her to death. Onni was pretty sure that if she inhaled deeply, the garments would explode. Kaifen, however seemed to pay it no mind, and responded to Yama.

"A pleasure to meet you, Yama-laosan. I am Byunaatse Kaifen. Samurai to Khan Kangyuen." He gave a small smile, as he added "Which is obvious, of course." He continued on. "Just got off of guard duty recently," he admitted, "Though you bring up a good point. I don't think I could sleep well right now." He stared up into the night sky. "Restless for some reason."

Onni then nodded. "Greetings, Yama-laosan. I do remember you. You are far from your .. home." Onni had almost said dojo, but she was not sure if the woman wanted that known as common knowledge. She turned towards Kaifen. "Though, my reasons for being awake, was because I slept most of the day, Byunaatse-Kunseng. I had a busy day of healing. But something seems seems to have stirred Ton'da to action this night." she stated, as Ton'da was sitting up now, busy looking off in the direction where the other woman sat sitting on the roof.

Kaifen's voice brought her back to the current conversation. "You must be the possible new samurai in our ranks, I assume? Heard something about it earlier today." New samurai? That could explain much. As she was usually busy travelling, Onni did not always stay up to date on the newest additions. It was nice to actually be around to hear of such new things. Good news indeed, if true. Onni then stepped up towards Yama. "Yama-laosan, it is quite a warm evening. Perhaps I can offer something to help in that respect, if you wish?" she asked the young woman, her voice lowered somewhat. She would offer her a larger bit of clothing, if she would accept it, but she did not wish to embarrass the woman either. She she made it a bit of an open offering. That way, it hopefully would not be seen as anything to cause her any concern. Ton'da, meanwhile, was slowly low crawling towards Kaifen, hoping not to be noticed.


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IC: Yama Hinoki
Kangyuen Estate, Hireolshi

"A pleasure to meet you, Yama-laosan. I am Byunaatse Kaifen. Samurai to Khan Kangyuen." A slight smile graced the older orokujin's face. She had been correct, this was the brother to Byunaatse-xiaocha. "Which is obvious, of course." The smile deepened with a little chuckle. He might not have been mischievous like his sister but, he did have a sense of humor. It was nice to see someone that wasn't afraid to self-deprecate, particularly a samurai. Her husband would never laugh at his own mistakes, merely curse himself for not living up to his age or his station. There was something refreshing in this younger man.

"Just got off of guard duty recently," Byunaatse-laosan continued, "Though you bring up a good point. I don't think I could sleep well right now." She follows his eyes up to the young woman on the roof looking up at the stars. Hinoki also takes a moment to gaze upon the points of light in the black. "Restless for some reason."

"Yes I believe many are feeling this restlessness." The teacher added.

"Greetings, Yama-laosan." Fu'ral said nodding her head. Yama-senfu returned the gesture. "I do remember you. You are far from your .. home." Hinoki raised her brow, it was always tricky to discern who should know what. Many of her students preferred not to tell their families about learning the way of the naginata. Though it was no secret that she was a teacher of others but, she respected the zabrak's choice to leave it to Hinoki to reveal that information.

"Though, my reasons for being awake, was because I slept most of the day, Byunaatse-Kunseng. I had a busy day of healing. But something seems seems to have stirred Ton'da to action this night." The older woman remained silent musing on the long day's she'd had teaching her students. There were some days that she wished to sleep in but, the rigorous schedule gave her no such luxuries, nor did her new position seem to allow for such 'laziness' as Tetsu would call it.

"You must be the possible new samurai in our ranks, I assume?" Byunaatse-laosan spoke, "Heard something about it earlier today."

"Oh…" Hinoki started, she was surprised by this reveal. "Um…yes, it seems I am to join your ranks…" she looked away slightly embarrassed. A woman of her age, being embarrassed it was unbecoming then she thought of her current attire. "I was unaware that word had spread. Yes Darru-laosan and Taha-laosan escorted me themselves. The Khan was otherwise engaged when I arrived, my ceremony I guess, will have to wait until later."

Fu'ral-laosan stepped closer to Hinoki again causing her brow to quirk, "Yama-laosan, it is quite a warm evening." Her voice was lowered, almost conspiratorial, "Perhaps I can offer something to help in that respect, if you wish?" The orokujin looked down shifting her shoulders slightly, feeling the constricting cloth tighten around her. It was suffocating this heat, and the garment that she dare not damage. Her eyes brighten a little maybe she'd get some relief from this robe.

"Um…" she started again keeping her voice low, "Yes, I believe I could benefit from a looser fitting kimono. I left in a hurry, and didn't think to pack proper sleeping clothes for myself. I guess I'll have to acquire some more in town, if I am to stay here of any length of time."

She cast a glance over to their male counterpart. "Um…if you wouldn't mind maybe tomorrow you could show me around, maybe to a few clothing shops. I feel Byunaatse-laosan would be out of his depth in that situation. There are times I feel like a foreigner in such places. They so rarely make items in my size. I sometimes think I should look in shops that cater to men to find clothing that suits my frame." An uneasy smile grew across her lips. It had been a while since she'd held a conversation with someone not one of her students. She was still getting use to it.

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Onni Fu'ral
~Kangyuen Estate, Hireolshi~


Onni gave a slight smile to Yama-laosan, relieved that she did not take slight to her offer of assistance, and instead agreeing to her comment. In a low voice, Hinoki replied, "Yes, I believe I could benefit from a looser fitting kimono. I left in a hurry, and didn't think to pack proper sleeping clothes for myself. I guess I'll have to acquire some more in town, if I am to stay here of any length of time." Onni gave her a nod in understanding.

Hinoki then looked over towards Kaifen, before continuing on. "Um…if you wouldn't mind maybe tomorrow you could show me around, maybe to a few clothing shops. I feel Byunaatse-laosan would be out of his depth in that situation. There are times I feel like a foreigner in such places. They so rarely make items in my size. I sometimes think I should look in shops that cater to men to find clothing that suits my frame."

Onni smiled, and gave a nod. "If our schedules allow us, I would be happy to help you. But right now, lets see if I can do something." Onni turned and looked over at Ton'da who was busy stealthy crawling towards Kaifen. She made a gesture, and then looked at Kaifen. "Please excuse us for a moment, Byunaatse-Kunseng, while I assist our newest Samurai-to be. It will be but a moment." Onni smiled. "I'm sure Ton'da will not mind." With that, Onni gestured for Hinoki to follow her. If the woman did, then Onni would lead her into the building, and to the room she occupied with Ton'da. She quickly moves over towards a large pack, and deftly pulls out one huge set of robes. Onni smiles. "It was a gift from a patient. A very LARGE patient. It is great to lounge around in, in very hot days, or to quickly wrap oneself, when coming out of the healing ponds." Onni gave a small chuckle. She turned, offering the robes to Hinoki. "I hope this will make you feel more comfortable, Yama-laosan. You may change here, if
you wish." Onni stood patiently by, waiting for the woman's response.



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Featuring a combo with our fearless leader, Darth_Elu!

IC: Sato Izanami
Main Zhaoichi Estate, Edokura

With a tired sigh, Izanami adjusted her damp hair and gave a swift bow to her relief. As her fellow samurai took up the post she was now permitted to vacate, she wrapped her arms across her chest and headed out into the dreary evening.

It had been a persistent state of gloom since shortly after she had initially arrived at the Zhaoichi Estate, perhaps mirroring the mood she had been in at that time; wary, anxious and upset, her chaotic thoughts dwelling heavily on her brother and his whereabouts. The added insanity of her… experience on the city wall earlier that morning did nothing to lessen those emotions. She had been sure she looked dreadful and most likely had been sensed as such through the Force. Shielding herself when she got worked up had always been a struggle.

Tigre Namichi had sought her out straightaway and that brief meeting had done wonders for Izanami’s feelings and mental turmoil…

***

The Day Before

The moment she entered the Main Zhaoichi Estate, she was greeted with the sights of nicely kept grass and small rock gardens to both sides of the main walkway, a large central building loomed not far with a wraparound wooden deck. A common feature. The building also immediately blocked off the view of the many other buildings and grounds to the estate as it was rather expansive, almost like a whole other province hidden away.​

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Samurai walked by on the deck, but the one catching her attention was the twi'lek woman in formal kamishimo outfit. Her twin katanas proudly sheathed to her left hip rather than a lightsaber. A personal preference.​

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Tigre Namichi had been expecting her. And spoke before she could, her blue eyes practically shining.​

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"Greetings, Sato-laosan. It has been some time since we last spoke, I am glad to see you again."​

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Izanami’s anxiety had lessened slightly upon taking in the serene surroundings of the estate and it was not long before she was approached by a familiar face. Tigre Namichi greeted her warmly which calmed the arkanian even further; she wasn’t sure what she had expected but was appreciative that this was what she received.​

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“Tigre-laosan,” she began, latching onto the Force to keep her semi-relaxed. Izanami bowed swiftly to be respectful, a small, friendly smile appearing across her mouth as she righted herself.​

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“Yes, a long time indeed but under better circumstances. I am most grateful to Shogun Zhaoichi for sending me to you.”​

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Namichi offered a small bow of her own while then motioning for the arkanian woman to walk beside her and further into the estate, their footsteps soon sounding methodically upon the wooden deck. The orange-skined twi'lek folded her arms into her sleeves before her and seemed to gaze out in thought for a few moments before speaking.​

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"If there is anything you do not recall about the estate due to the gap in time since you were last here, please let me know and I can show you. Otherwise I will show you where the Samurai Personal Storage is now. Furthermore." She paused to side-glance at the woman before peering ahead of them again, "I hope you are not to overly eager to jump into the big things right away. I have been instructed to let you continue to do patrol and guard duty tasks just for the time being, so you can get used to the change in scenery and shake off the memory of the Edokura Gates."​

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As the pair walked and Izanami listened, the lengthy list of questions that had formed in her head regarding Kojin slowly began to fade away. She considered her companion’s words and took them to heart. For the better part of the day she had been a mess of emotions over her personal situation and she had nearly let it rule her; a feeling the arkanian did not favor. She must focus on the here and now, remain in the present in order to fully grasp this new opportunity she had been so graciously given.​

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What would happen would. It was the way of the Force, the will of the Dragons. Fight it as she might, it was pointless to resist and her energies would be better spent in preparation. Her brother had left her waiting for a painful stretch of time… and she would have to wait longer.​

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Nodding once as the twi’lek finished, Izanami took a deep breath. Releasing the air from her lungs and the tension within her chest, she savored this much needed mental realignment.​

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“Of course, I understand. Wherever it is I am needed, I will go,” she began evenly. Her ghostly eyes swept around as they progressed, the area becoming increasingly familiar to her. “I remember quite a bit of this place, actually. I feel confident I should be able to make my way around.”​

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Namichi glanced at her and nodded with a satisfied expression. "I am glad to hear it. Your memory does you credit. If you're confident you can find your way around without issue, I'll leave you to simply aligning yourself with the estate again after I take you to the storage area before heading to my other duties for the day."​

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It wasn't long before they reached the area, not far from the samurai sleeping quarters for those who remained right on the estate for various reasons. She calmly showed her the room and which secure locker, a brief show of technology making itself known, was hers to place anything she didn't wish to carry in. When they were done, she faced her once more.​

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"Simple enough as you can see. I'll take my leave now," she bowed, "Enjoy your return for a little while. In an hour I want you back at the front gate to meet with a few others for your first patrol of the area."​

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Izanami tilted her head in Namichi’s direction, a wordless acknowledgement of the twi’lek’s orders. Once alone, she stared at her designated locker for a moment. A genuine feeling of belonging settled in her heart and she let it fill her with pride and motivation. Her thoughts were naturally tempted to center back on her wayward brother, wondering what he might think of her currently.​

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She did not allow them.​

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Instead, she remembered what she most recently told herself; what would happen… would.​

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Shaking the seriousness away, Izanami suddenly turned on her heels and left the storage area. Fully intending to use the next hour to her advantage, the samurai found herself extremely eager to explore.​

***

Light, composed, centered; this was the present state of Izanami as she made her way under an awning lit at intervals by peacefully crackling lanterns. It was for the second time that she was leaving the grounds for home. It was for the second time she was leaving her new responsibilities as a full-fledged samurai of Edokura.

A warm rush of satisfaction flooded her, releasing a large grin upon her face.

It was about damn time.

She slowed her pace drastically then, listening to the steady rain fall and letting its soothing sounds wash over her after what had been a long day. Besides, what was the rush? The reliable noise and flow of Edokura would always welcome her with open arms but right now it was this almost otherworldly setting that she needed.

She extended an arm out to her side as she strolled idly, trailing a hand through the pouring water. It felt cool on her fingertips and sent a prickling chill over her skin. The melodic pattering of the drops swept her mind into a tranquil void and so lost in this almost meditative trance was she that Izanami hardly noticed those she passed, the unknowns recognizing her rank and doing whatever was proper to regard that station. She had only been here one day and that aspect would take some getting used to, though she knew she was well-deserving of it. She smirked to herself, straightening her posture.

Coming to a halt at the end of her particular pathway, the way to the right leading out of the estate and back into the city proper, her eyes were instead drawn left to take in a small pond nearby. The serene body of water had pulled her attention a few times already for its beauty and vague familiarity but now its appeal caused her to step closer, the peacefulness amplified by the current weather.

Izanami’s pace did not quicken as she closed in but instantly becoming aware that she was not alone was cause for pause. A grey orokujin male stood close to the pool’s edge, bowing to another pair of beings that had entered the space before her. The latter duo looked to be master and student, and not one of the trio she recognized as a face she knew.

Curiosity piqued, she continued allowing herself to be drawn in as motion returned to her legs. It was odd really, but she felt compelled to place herself fully in view of the others. So Izanami stepped right up to the lip of the pond and peered over, gazing at her distorted reflection in the rain-beaten surface. Fleetingly picturing her mother looking back at her, she leaned away quickly and trained her eyes on the others.

Thank the Dragons for distractions.


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OOC: Apologies to my fellow Zhaoichi samurai for the delay!

 

IC as Elaiess Tae'en

There was that pull again. Elaiess had been wandering around the Yirojo estate, checking all perimeters of the land surrounding. All seemed quiet and still, as usual. Except that...feeling. Invisible strings tugged at her core, creating waves of unease in the young samurai. She couldn't shake the feeling off, yet it wouldn't announce what it was in the first place. She felt stuck in some limbo, waiting for it to reveal itself or waiting for it to leave. Should she prepare for danger? She reached for the hilt on her katana and leaned against a pillar, her eyes wandering off in the distance. What was this sensation? What was the Force trying to tell her?

It was a personal thing for her to always listen to the Force, regardless of what it was asking her. She had learned not to disobey, but... how could she figure out what it wanted from her if it was only giving subtle hints? Elaiess felt tension and frustration well up in her. Inhaling a breath, she slowly released it. No, now wasn't the time. All would be revealed in due time, she reminded herself, for now, stay in the moment.

And at such a thought, she returned to the present, forcing herself to put such thoughts in the back of her mind. Elaiess spotted four other men not far from her location and wanted to curse at herself. Thank goodness three were other samurai and not some enemy. She then noticed the one closest to her in the zen garden was the off-worlder. The one that crashed. He seemed to be a favorite of the khan, usually staying close. She had never met him personally, in fact this was probably the most "interaction" they had since he arrived on the planet. She looked to him and offered a slight nod before gazing at the other three. Two were younger, obviously fresh out of training judging by the way they held themselves and dueled aimlessly. Hard to say at this current point in time what kind of samurai they would be. And then there was Benkei, a long time samurai for the Khan as well. Like the off-worlder, she hadn't really been on speaking terms with him, but she had heard her fair share of stories on the older man. He was a good role-model to look up to as a samurai, and she respected the man. But still, what was he doing here, or any of them for that matter?

Thinking back to that strange tugging sensation, she briefly wondered if the Force led all of them to this location? Could these men also feel the same?

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8:45 p.m.
Seri'na Rubellite , ~Jeongbayar Estate, Zhenao~

The woman who approached them gave a respectful nod, something Rubellite did in return. The woman waited for them to finish speaking before she bowed her head towards Akiva. "I have a message for you, from the Chamberlain, Roku-Xiaocha." Callie paused, and then continued. "He asks that you, Stay focused." Callie nodded. "That is the end of the message." Obviously, anytime the Camberlain sent a message, it was to be taken to task. Once said
aloud, it seemed to reverberate within the very air around them.

"If you have no other tasks, please share. Know you any news of what is happening. Being on patrol makes it hard to learn truly what is going on beyond how dry the grass is from the long days sun, and how the soil sighs its dew in the evening cooling." Seri'na spoke calmly and with difference to her compatriot.


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IC: Yama Hinoki
Kangyuen Estate, Hireolshi

"If our schedules allow us," The zabrak samurai said, "I would be happy to help you. But right now, let's see if I can do something." Hinoki let out a breath of relief. "Please excuse us for a moment, Byunaatse-Kunseng, while I assist our newest Samurai-to be. It will be but a moment." The older orokujin bowed slightly, careful not to ruin the garment but she did feel a few stitches break. Her eyes went slightly wide then moved stiffly following Fu'ral-laosan. She trailed behind coming to what seemed to be the samurai's room she shared with her pet. Hinoki stood awkwardly to the side as Fu'ral-laosan looked through her pack removing a large robe.

"It was a gift from a patient. A very LARGE patient." She said pulling an expanse of cloth, "It is great to lounge around in, in very hot days, or to quickly wrap oneself, when coming out of the healing ponds." Hinoki returned the little laugh but, thought lazily about the healing ponds or a hot spring. It was far too warm for them but, she couldn't deny that soaking for a while in a hot bath would do much to relieve some of the stress she felt. "I hope this will make you feel more comfortable, Yama-laosan. You may change here, if you wish." Hinoki took the robes again with a bow that popped another stitch, she had to get out of this robe as soon as possible. She stepped away to find some privacy as she disrobed. Hinoki nearly had to cover her mouth to prevent the deep sigh of relief from leaving her chest as the strangling clothing was removed.

As she donned yet another borrowed robe she shifted her shoulders. Surprisingly it was even a little loose on her. All at once the tension in her shoulders released and she could breathe normally again. Finally liberated she stepped back around the screen with the too small robe folded in her hands.

"Thank you for this Fu'ral-laosan, I will try and return it to you as soon as I can." She did a proper bow the loose fitting robe giving her a full range of movement. "Once I procure better fitting clothes." She was quiet for a moment looking to the outside. "I thank you for keeping my occupation secret. Many that I have come across scoff at my choices. Teaching other women a fighting style meant for shrine maidens. Thought it seems Byunaatse-laosan is more accepting of female warriors. Maybe it is the town I lived it but, it has taken some time for others to accept me." She looked down and away, recalling the early days after her husband was killed and she first opened the dojo.

However it was nothing compared to the jeers she endured as the daughter of a disgraced house. This experience had toughened her heart but, maybe after some time of acceptance maybe that armor had weakened. She took a breath looking back up. A slight smile pulled at her lips.

"How have things with you been?" she asked trying to return the scene to some semblance of normal though, normal is something ethereal and unattainable.

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8:45 p.m.
Tolin, ~Jeongbayar Estate, Zhenao~

Callie had finished her simple task for the evening, and was quite content to simply enjoy the time she
had, enjoying the night and perhaps another soak within the hot springs. The other female samurai, the
selonian. spoke to her then, asking her what she knew of the events of the day. With a nod, Callie
replied.

"I understand, Samurai-Xiaocha. As I am a messenger, I frequently find myself traveling so much, I am
unable to keep up with the current events. But in this instance, I can tell you what has happend so
far." Callie shook her head slightly, and gave a sigh before speaking once more. "Our honerable Kahn
received a message that a force of ronin had organized, close to the southern Bareu-Gû border and were
heading for Zhenao, and that they numbered about 300." Callie shook her head. "Many samurai were sent to
deal with the threat to our Kahn. And from what I have heard so far, the enemy has been driven back."
Callie made a sober face. "I was fortunate enough to have made it here. Another group of samurai and
messengers were not so lucky, they had been ambushed and killed as well." Callie's hand involuntarily
curled around her katana for a moment, as she remembered the scene, but she quickly released the handle,
as she continued. "But for now, we must be alert, in case any dare make their way here, but that would
be a bold move indeed." Callie gave a slight shrug of her shoulders. "But it would be a perfect time to
send a small team, with many others being called away to handle the larger threat. But by the blessings
of the Dragons, that shall not come to pass." Callie grew silent, as she waited for any response from
the other two samurai.


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OOC: Don't mind the brief control over Ton'da. Really, it is very brief honest.

Byunaatse Kaifen & Matsuoka Kazue IC:
~Kangyuen Estate, Hireolshi~

"Always."

Kaifen couldn't help but let out a small laugh come out in a single huff. She would say that. He grinned good naturedly in return.

"Can't hoard them all forever," he teased.

They then exchanged a few words regarding sleep and official greetings with Yama-laosan. Or was it Yama-kozhi? Yama-xiaocha? He almost frowned in thought over that particular conundrum, but pushed it away for the time being.

His attention turned initially back to Fu'ral-xiaocha again. "Another long day of healing, huh? I am sure the people are grateful as always." His eyes flicked down to her companion.

"What has you riled up, hm Ton'da? And I'm glad to hear of a new member serving the Khan. We could use everyone we get. As for the spreading of the news? Gossip travels faster than lightning you'll find."

And then they came at last to the point where the two women began whispering to each other, which he did his best not to listen in. Though it was evident it was about the woman's garments, especially with how the older woman briefly glanced at him before continuing her response to the zabrak before her.

Thank you Fu'ral-xiaocha!

"Please excuse us for a moment, Byunaatse-kunseng, while I assist our newest Samurai-to-be. It will be but a moment. I'm sure Ton'da will not mind."

"Of course," he bowed respectfully, "I'll be here."

She had mentioned Ton'da again too. Wait. Where was he? Blinking, he turned suddenly to see the dog nearly upon him. He had tried to sneak up on him again!?

Argh!

***A few moments later***

Sitting down on the grass, he idly petted Ton'da's head while they waited. The dog seemed rather smug with himself, or so Kaifen guessed. He had successfully snuck up on him and planted multiple, slobbery kisses all over him.

"Yeah, yeah. Good boy…" he muttered.

"Does he do that often?" came a voice.

Kaifen nodded, "Yes, he does seem to like trying to play tricks on me. Sly, little…" He blinked and then looked over. It was a woman's voice but it was neither of the two he was waiting for.

Kazue looked down at him from where she stood, arms crossed leisurely and an eyebrow raised. At some point she had decided to jump down from the roof and cross over to the solitary samurai.

He stood up hastily and bowed. "Forgive me, I didn't see you there, um…"

"Matsuoka Kazue," the girl replied amused. Though the way she phrased her family name sounded forced for some reason.

"Matsuoka-xiaocha. Apologies. Having trouble sleeping as well?"

"Nothing to apologize for," she shrugged and gazed around them, "Yes, it is difficult to sleep tonight. Where were the other two go?"

Kaifen nodded toward the direction they had went in. "To deal with some personal issues, I imagine. Minor ones. They'll be back."

Kazue raised her eyebrows again, but nodded. She had decided to be a little social since she was there and sleep was indeed not coming to her, but now…She wasn't really sure how to proceed.

The two of them lapsed into silence as they waited, Kaifen's hand idly patting Ton'da again.

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Onni Fu'ral
~Kangyuen Estate, Hireolshi~


Onni lead Hinoki to her quarters, and produced a set of large robes, which she promptly handed to the female samurai. Hinoki took the robes again with a bow, stepping away to find some privacy as she disrobed. Onni stepped to the far end of the room, as Hinoki stepped around the dressing screen. After some moments, Hinoki stepped back around the screen with the too small robe folded in her hands.

"Thank you for this Fu'ral-laosan, I will try and return it to you as soon as I can." Hinoki bowed. "Once I procure better fitting clothes." Onni smiled. "There is no hurry, Yama-laosan. It is better to see you more relaxed and able to move. And I am glad I was able to assist you." Hinoki was silent for a moment, before speaking once more. "I thank you for keeping my occupation secret. Many that I have come across scoff at my choices. Teaching other women a fighting style meant for shrine maidens. Thought it seems Byunaatse-laosan is more accepting of female warriors. Maybe it is the town I lived it but, it has taken some time for others to accept me."

Onni smiled once more, and gave a nod. "Do not worry about Byunaatse-laosan. He is QUITE used to female warriors. I have sparred with him many times. He is a very understanding individual in that regard." Onni paused for a moment, before continuing. "But as a new Samurai, I thought it best that you meet it under your own terms. So I will say nothing unless you wish it." Onni gave the woman a bow.

"How have things with you been?" Hinoki asked her. Onni gave a wry grin. "It has been quiet, for the most part. I spend most of my time travelling between the many residents homes, healing those in need. Broken bones, small illnessess, things like that." Onni gave a small gesture of her hand. "But before I was summoned here, I dealt with a very nasty case of the Demon's Whisper Disease. Some people also refer to it as the Spirit Decay Disease. Luckily, it is rare, but it also tends to have a high have a high fatality rate." Onni sighed softly, "Thank the Dragons, this time, it did not. And if it were not for Ton'da, I would most likely still be sleeping from all the energies expended from the healing." Onni tilted her head slightly. "But I also enjoy the times when I get a chance to speak with my fellow samurai as well. Seldom do I get the chance to visit the estate proper." Onni looked up, as if hearing something, and then looked back to Hinoki. "I am glad that you have joined us. And I look forward to our shopping." Onni suddenly gave a wide grin, but she didnt say anything further.



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OOC: Looks like Ton'da enjoyed it!

 

~Arkalia, Stav~
~The Diamond Path, Gyeonxi Province~

Though it was still only the afternoon, what had seemed like only a few moments had transpired into the now homage of the now mid-afternoon sun showing a little more at a flatter angle through the small forest tracing the side of the road. The same forest separating the meadow he had rested in earlier, from the road at his back now where the ronin had sprung their trap upon the caravan. Offering the only slight attention to the bound ronin, as he felt and clearly saw one of the samurai emerge, scouting and scouring the forest for the same thing Stav was looking for. The samurai newly strengthened and renewed by their recent surge of the tide in the battle and rout of the ronin, quickly quelled the bound ronin’s feeble attempt to further loosing his bindings. Stav’s attention was elsewhere, then he felt it, and saw the young one. Her head poking up from behind some dense underbrush deeper into the sliver of forest that ran parallel to the road. A slight tug pulled at the side of his mouth, pleasing to see that she was safe give all that had transpired. She reminded him of one of his own during a certain time… Stav’s shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, offering reassurance through his presence and gaze upon the young girl that it was now safe.

The moment was broken by the voice of another, just as he had spotted and found her.

"You there! Come over here please. I wish to thank you for your assistance," The inflection in the voice was commanding, demanding, and inquisitive, but not threatening…

As the voice rolled forth, the girl slowly emerged from behind the plants and toddled over warily as she began to finally note the quieter atmosphere. The aftermath of battle. She eventually made her way to Stav and looked up at him meekly, not quite sure what to do.

That is until she looked past him. Her expression brightened immediately and she ran past him. "Otosan!" she cried out to her apparent father, her voice adding more evidence to her youth as an older toddler. The owner of the commanding voice beamed and gave an easily spotted sigh of relief as he knelt down and wrapped the girl up in a hug.

"Midobayar! I was worried for you!"

The well dressed, if now mildly dirty, woman orokujin came over hurriedly as well. The mother clearly.

"Midobayar!" she cried and hugged her away from the father as he stood back up and leveled his gaze appreciatively at the approaching monk. The man was in well made kimono and hakata, revealing a wealthy lifestyle. With protecting samurai, it could only assume he was high in the Likarahim hierarchy. The orokujin man sported sable fur and was fairly tall at a good six and a half feet tall and broad shoulders, his age seemed to be of decent middle age for his kind. While fit, he clearly had not been prepared for the attack, but had composed himself well in response.

"Thank you for your assistance, it was well noted and well timed. The Dragons must have sent you and I am eternally grateful." He offered a deep bow before straightening and holding out his hand, amber eyes gleaming with respect.

"I am Khan Torawei Cazne and you are?"

Stav watched on, as the young girl was sought out and embrace by what could only have been her father. A well-dressed man in a fine kimono and well armored and armed as befitting his station. Stav recognized that passion, the look on his face as he found her, heart sinking, deepest fears relieved upon his eyes seeing the girl. It caught Stav emotionally and tugged at him, a feeling he had experiences more than a few times. Now though would never again. Stav kept his distance, not recusing himself from the situation, but allowing the father and daughter the space and time needed as he looked on.

Stav would have not blinked an eye, if the man had embraced the young one forever. Though eventually despite being overcome with joy and emotion at the discovering of something more than precious to him, the man rose and began his address of Stav quietly off to the side. His tone and demeanor was well regulated, despite having endured a gambit of emotions concerning the event. Stav could only think about how every second of the last skirmish, the Man’s thoughts were focused on only one thing. Training and instinct took over. Every slice of his blade and block, only one thought on his mind… driving him to get beyond all of it in hopes of finding this young girl safe. It was what Stav would have been thinking.

The man’s word were sincere, as he thanks him. Stav stepped forward but only slightly as to offer respect and not seem like he was hiding in the forest shadows. "I am Khan Torawei Cazne and you are?"

Bowing with a reverent hold right as the man finished introducing himself. “Arkalia Stav, Mi’Khan.”

Stav kept it simple and precise, as he was addressed by a Khan and Lord. Whose status was unquestioned currently. Stav was still holding his bow, remaining in respect to the man present.

“I only did what was necessary Mi’Khan.” Stav was both clearly trying to remain modest and respectful, not trying to interject any more that was necessary in the presence of the Khan addressing him. Stav bowed even lower as he finished off his modest explanation.

It did not dawn on Stav where this was taking him, he had thrust himself into it all. From the moment of enjoying the unleavened bread amongst the meadow flowers. The calming sounds of the nature flowing around him… The stalking and observing at the edge of the forest of the transpiring events on the road.

The sights and sounds were haunting, something he had sought to escape in the mountains and plateaus of the monasteries he had spent his recent time in.

Despite his best efforts… he was drawn back in.

The orokujin Khan nodded relatively content, now that the carnage was over and his family was confirmed safe, "Necessary or not, there are many who would run from such a battle." He paused a moment to allow his amber eyes to linger over and take in the entirety of the arkanian before him in a thoughtful manner.

"Especially one not their own," he continued while turning back to where some of the samurai were helping getting things in order again. He motioned for Stav to follow him as he walked in that direction, overseeing it.

"I was too busy in the fighting, cut off by those…" the orokujin held his tongue before he gave into angered words and took a deep breath before proceeding, "Cut off by the ronin to get to my own daughter…" The look in his eyes said everything. Anger. Shame. Ultimately relief however.

"Yet, I did not miss how she was rescued. Rescued by you and again you come to help the search for her at the end," now he paused after becoming satisfied with how things were quickly getting back into order, "Not to mention your invaluable aid in dealing with the enemy themselves."

The Khan smiled now and confidently, with a look of pride, placed a hand on the man's shoulder. Firm, but unthreatening. "Arcalia Stav-sayé. We are headed back to our home province, the eastern neighbors to this one. Aruka Province. You must come with us, I insist."

Stav could see the passion in The Khan’s words, especially when mentioning the ronin, dancing around a lesser derogatory term. The Khan continued to honor him in his description of his resolute dedication to finishing the fight in which he was a stranger to.

Stav bowed low at the Khan’s final invitation, insisting that he accompany them back to their home.

“You honor me Mi’Khan. I will certainly come.” With that Stav offered a final and quick bow.




~Torawei Estate, Darksahn Gol~

Chambers - 1735 early evening

The evening breeze was beginning to blow, stirring him. The smell of a black kettle of soup, the rising hint of herbs, specifically rosemary and thyme across the wind. The laughter of children, playing, rousing in their youth as the sun set. The visage of a slender woman dressed in silk robes. Hugging and traveling down the features of her… children’s laughter and motion moving through his sight as he smiled upon it all. The events played out in his mind as clear as the moments of the last 48 hours.

A gulp and exhale, as Stav sat kneeling upon the floor within his recently gifted living accommodations. Modest and at the same time extravagant depending upon one’s experience.

Stav’s eyes slowly closed fighting back the tears and emotion. Regulating and calming his breathing.

It never stopped.

Never ended.

He saw them always. The moments of clarity and peace… sometimes offering joy and remembrance, along with the moments of pain and anger which tore at his soul. Both of which regarding the past where eternally present. Carried with him. As much peace as one found in life, there still existed the reality of it all.

That could never be changed.

Only lived with.

Another deep breath.

As his eyes opened slowly. The sun was giving way to the night now, as twilight was upon them. In front of Stav was a Katana. Raised upon the traditional wood carved pedestal, ornate and finely crafted by hand… poised and awaiting its retrieval. Presented to Stav for the recent events in recognition for the deeds, in coming to the aid of the caravan, and more specifically the daughter of Khan Torawei, Torawei Midobayar.Khan Torawei, gracious enough to offer him such an honor of staying within his estate and compound. He did not deserve this. Not because of any lack of his recent deeds, but because of them. His Lord and family. Gone…

Staring at it, Stav was unable to grasp it… tangibly it was there in front of him. All he had to do was raise his arm and reach out and grasp it.

Whatever it was that broke the relenting resistance to seize the katana, it was strong. Precious and personal to Stav.

A deep driving force. Tied to nothing, and yet everything…

~Torawei Estate, Darksahn Gol~

Main Building – Upper Veranda - 1915 – evening

The cool nightly breeze continued even as he slowly proceeded around the upper level of the main building, Stav’s arms and hands clasped behind his back, head and gaze slightly lowered in thought as he moved.

The weight of the sheathed katana tucked within one of his silk sashes, reminded him of its presence. Reminded him of what it was and what it represented, as he mused on it and the implications of what it being attached to him signified once again. Was he grateful for the kindness shown to him by Khan Torawei, of course. Serving was always an honor, protecting the innocent necessary.


Until he stopped and turned, leaning against the railing of the mountain facing veranda and porch of the upper level. Gazing out upon the horizon, dominated by the near mountain reaching into the star lit sky.

It was calming. But somber.

Stav stood there leaning against the polished wood railing by himself for who knows how long, taking it all in. Had taken the appointment so as not to dishonor the Khan’s graciousness and honoring him with such an opportunity? His past unbeknownst perhaps to anyone but Stav? Thus, possibly giving him this chance to regain his honor? He was so far from home, forgotten, assumed dead along with everyone else perhaps, he wondered if anyone recognized him or knew of his past. Was this what he wanted?

Truly?

The night sky was still young, but the stars began to show as he remained. Still wondering if the sunny midday meadow, the smell of the flowers and light breeze still fresh in his mind from before he was thrust into all of this, had been where he should still be.

To say that Stav was conflicted, was an understatement, everything was moving fast despite the tranquil cool night.

“Ancestors, I ask you for your guidance.
Blessed Mother Dragon, come to me with the Gods' desire for my future.
Blessed Father Dragon, watch over my wife and my children with a ready sword.
Whisper to them that I live only to hold them again.
Ancestors, I honour you and will try to live with the dignity you have taught me.”

Stav finished as his eyes opened staring up into the night sky feeling a presence approaching, calm and poised, but flustered and frustrated.

Stav offered a subtle glance to the side from which a being approached, returning his gaze upon the dark beauty of the mountain scape and night star lit sky.
A young green eyed Zabrak slowed his pace, noticing him, and clearly assessing the silent man gazing out upon the night sky.


“You forget to sometimes just look up.” Stav softly spoke referencing the star lit night sky, addressing the newcomer to the scene.

@Darth_Elu Snokers Moonspun Dragon

 

Master Ash & Kel Wynt’r
Zhaoichi Estate, Edokura

Hanami Boshi noticed the subtle change in his student’s aura, which prompted him to turn his head in the direction of the young nagai’s attention.

A small smile played on the venerable samurai’s face. Now he understood.

The blind miraluka saw things that only other miraluka could see, as well as those who were skilled in seeing through the force as he did. Even so, he had become extremely proficient at interpreting nuances in auras and force signatures. The language of radiance, intensity, chromatic differentiation, wave and vibration, could be quite nuanced and complex. But for someone like Master Ash, it was a sublime symphony in the Force.

More over, each signature was unique, despite of inherent differences and similarities. Everyone had hands, or a face, but every hand and face were not the same- but they were all unique in their own way. The same was true of auras and force signatures.

Untrained users of the skill saw less colors, fewer chroma, duller hues and possessed limited understanding. Master Ash, through years of meditation and thanks to times of enlightenment, could often see the very interconnecting threads within the tapestry of the Force.

In truth, the Dragons had blessed him with much understanding of the world unseen, and trusted him with such powerful knowledge.

And thus, despite the rain or his being ‘blind’, Master Ash did recognize the arkanian samurai Kel Wynt’r looked upon, even as the youth righted himself. It was interesting, since this was not her normal route ( at least not to his knowledge ) and her aura bore subtle changes from the last time he had seen her.

Perhaps, it could be that things were improving- at least for the moment, if nothing else.

“That, young one, is none other than Sato Izanami.” The Master informed the student, so only he could hear. As it was, Kel was too young to know the story his Master was all too familiar with.

Master Ash could see curiosity blossoming inside the approaching female samurai, which he did nothing to discourage. Instead, he turned fully towards her and offered her a respectful bow. Internally, he was pleased that he need not coax Kel to follow his example. Indeed, the young nagai was learning.

“A good evening to you.” He intoned aloud.

The blind miraluka greeted Izanami in such a genuine and genial manner, one would think there was sunshine about, instead of rain.


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