The Omaharu Clan
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Roleplay posts: 14
Registered: May 4, 2017 21:00:00 GMT -8
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Post by The Omaharu Clan on May 4, 2017 21:56:13 GMT -8
The northernmost main highway and often the most traveled, the Iwaba road cuts through rugged hills from the Gangsu Fortress to the provincial capital of Mutsunobe, small villages and farmlands dotting the countryside. Civilization becomes more sparse much farther north of this main artery, and the climate often more severe. Thus, the Iwaba road was often seen as the unofficial north border to the Tokhung province, even though the ruling clan lays claim to the whole island. |
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Lord Nobuhide
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Roleplay posts: 29 
Registered: May 3, 2017 22:58:14 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Nobuhide on May 5, 2017 7:43:01 GMT -8
The Lord of the Omaharu clan traveled the road in mid-morning, a short distance from Mutsunobe, returning from a brief hunt during which he instructed his daughter on the use of the bow. The air was crisp and clear this morning, and he had opted for a minimal entourage, a mere four trusted hatamoto bodyguards boxing him and his daughter in as they rode along the highway on brown horses.
He noticed his daughter, Miyoko, was doing well with her horse, for the most part. At times it seemed to want to veer off in a different direction.
"Don't be afraid to give him a little tug. The horse knows who's in charge. He wont be going anywhere."
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Miyoko Omaharu
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Roleplay posts: 38 
Age: 15
Physical Description: Daughter of Daimyo Nobuhide. Samurai in training.
Registered: May 5, 2017 0:23:49 GMT -8
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Post by Miyoko Omaharu on May 5, 2017 7:49:36 GMT -8
She looked up and nodded to her father, a smile on her face. "I will Father." she said to him as she tucked a little on the reins of the horse.
She always liked to join her father on a hunt, though maybe not for the reasons he wanted. She always felt great on the back of a horse. The swaying in the saddle made her feel calm and collected, like she could take on the world. The animal she rode was always very gentle and listened to most of her movements.
She had felt good about todays hunt. She was getting better using her bow and had actually managed to make a clean kill today, instead of the hatamoto having to run after a pheasant with an arrow stuck in its wing.
"Will we dine on the pheasant I killed today father?"
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Lord Nobuhide
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Roleplay posts: 29
Registered: May 3, 2017 22:58:14 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Nobuhide on May 5, 2017 8:01:15 GMT -8
"Of course. I shall have the servants prepare it perfectly to your liking," he said. He strongly believed in rewarding her kills with full say on how the meal was presented, so that she may better appreciate the fruits of her efforts. The yumi was a little bit unwieldy in her hands still, but she had steadied her shot significantly over the past few months.
"We will visit the shrine on the way home, and thank the kami for our catch today."
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Miyoko Omaharu
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Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 15
Physical Description: Daughter of Daimyo Nobuhide. Samurai in training.
Registered: May 5, 2017 0:23:49 GMT -8
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Post by Miyoko Omaharu on May 5, 2017 8:06:01 GMT -8
"I would like that."
She made her horse go slightly faster, hoping that the rest would start to follow the pace. She wanted to go home as fast as she can and get out of her hunting clothes. Though she knew she still had to do her training before dinner, she could sneak in a few hours of free time to do what she wanted herself.
She really wanted to just gallop to the shrine, but knew her father would not approve. She had to stay with the hakumoto.
"We could get there faster with a gallop father." she suggested, hoping he would take her on.
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Lord Nobuhide
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Roleplay posts: 29
Registered: May 3, 2017 22:58:14 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Nobuhide on May 5, 2017 9:23:16 GMT -8
"Think you can beat us to the shrine?" He said with a smile. Then, without preamble, he launched into a gallop. The hatamoto guard followed at full pace, and if Miyoko didn't think fast, she'd be left in the dust... Over a large hill, over which the road meandered through northern grasslands bespeckled green and yellow for the spring, they came upon the shrine built around an old oak tree up some stairs through a heavily wooded area. Here they stopped for a moment, each paying homage to the kami to which the shrine was built..
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Miyoko Omaharu
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Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 15
Physical Description: Daughter of Daimyo Nobuhide. Samurai in training.
Registered: May 5, 2017 0:23:49 GMT -8
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Post by Miyoko Omaharu on May 5, 2017 9:33:15 GMT -8
She immediately kicked her horse into action, its hoofs leaving a dust trail as she speeded after her father. Because he got a headstart she was not able to catch up to him, but she could match his speed easily. She smiled widely and her hair swayed in the wind behind it, tangling it slightly in the process.
"Not fair Father!" she said when they finally reached the shrine and dismounted her horse. She quickly tried to detangle her hair with her fingers as she climbed the stairs to the shrine. She then said her prayers and offered a single wildflower. It was a small habit she had gotten used to in her days of visiting the shrine.
They then climbed back down the stairs in silence and got back on the horses. Ready to make their way home.
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Registered: May 5, 2024 0:32:57 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 21:06:45 GMT -8
The pear crunched as Hina took a bite, dropping her palm from her face as she looked out along the vista -- the lazily winding road, the way the breeze that swept through her hair swept through the long grasses and made everything before her sway and shimmer like sea waves. Dark spots on the land made a slow journey over the dips and rises of the hills, clouds overhead taking their time to cross the impossibly blue sky.
Hina found a sort of peace in this place, situated atop a small knoll so she could see around herself. Her knees were drawn up, her arms draped across, daisho just to the side and within easy reach were something to come her way and surprise her. She doubted it, however. For all the shallow valleys and equally shallow rises of the hills that cradled Iwaba Road, a person could easily see another across the distance.
The wind was brisk, and it nipped at Hina's nose and cheeks, turning them rosy as she at there. A double layer of her robes, wraps on her arms and calves, trousers on her legs and boots on her feet instead of her sandals put her in a comfortable-enough mood, however. She had no horse with her; a luxury saved for someone else who could afford the upkeep of one. All she had were the clothes on her back, the swords at her side, and the sack to the other.
And, of course, the pear in her hand that she bit into once more.
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Miyoko Omaharu
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Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 15
Physical Description: Daughter of Daimyo Nobuhide. Samurai in training.
Registered: May 5, 2017 0:23:49 GMT -8
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Post by Miyoko Omaharu on May 9, 2017 5:02:04 GMT -8
Miyoko raced on the road. From time to time she would slip out of the castle to get some time for herself and one of her favorite things to do was to go and ride her horse Yuka. Though it was still a smaller horse for the girl that was only 14, it was fast and very muscular. The animal had a lot of temperament and didn't always agree with its rider where to go, but they always found their way back home together.
Only after galloping a little while longer she slowed down and hugged the horse's neck. "Good job Yuka!" she said happy. Only then she noticed a figure standing in the middle of one of the wide patched of grass. What was she doing there? She didn't even have a horse with her or any other means of travel?
She did see people on the road more often, but all of those had a clear means of travel and a clear goal of why they traveled, like a cart of vegetables. This person was different and it made her slightly nervous. She decided to turn Yuka around and walked her back the same way she came. All the while keeping her eyes on the strange person.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2017 8:14:22 GMT -8
Her gaze picked up on the figure on the road, making Hina's jaw come to a close and forcibly swallow what was left. She tossed the almost-finished pear off to the side, and that same hand gently drifted down to settle on the grip of her katana, keen eyes watching as the figure raced on horseback.
Settled a little ways off the road, Hina was not so foolish as to think that being off the road would somehow save her. Any manner of arrow could reach where Hina sat, plain as day on her little knoll. It soon became evident, however, that it was not a grown warrior on the back of the horse, but a girl.
Still, given that Hina herself was a girl, she wasn't about to underestimate the other. Call her jaded.
The rider seemed just as leery of Hina as she was of the rider, which was a good sign. She kept to the road and began to slowly walk the horse back the way she'd come. Then, Hina moved. She stood, stretching her body, and sliding her daisho back into the sash cinched around her waist. Hefting her pack onto her shoulder, she raised her hand and waved.
"Hello!" she called over the distance, making her way down her knoll toward the road. "Is there a village nearby?" Hina continued to shout, sure that the girl and her horse could hear her.
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Miyoko Omaharu
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Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 15
Physical Description: Daughter of Daimyo Nobuhide. Samurai in training.
Registered: May 5, 2017 0:23:49 GMT -8
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Post by Miyoko Omaharu on May 9, 2017 8:28:52 GMT -8
Once she heard the shout she was nervous if she would actually answer the girl or just keep making her way trying to ignore what had happened. But she seemed to keep her distance just like Miyoko did and not be a harm.
Miyoko was so used to be with hatamoto that suddenly she felt very naked without her bodyguards. The same ones that she hated day in and out because they made her feel trapped. But this was different, she was actually quite scared to get hurt. What would her father think if something were to happen to her.
In the end she decided that it was best to shout back before the girl reached any closer. "If you follow the road east it will take you to Suzuran! It is a very small village though. You could also follow it this way to you will reach Mutsunobe." she pointed the way she was heading. "You would need to past the gate though to get access!"
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2017 21:30:01 GMT -8
Smart girl, Hina thought, noting how the young woman and her horse did not come any closer, but instead shouted right back at Hina. It caused her to smile a little, out of amusement of the teen's wisdom, and she lifted her hands to cup around her mouth to shout back.
"Thank you!"
Hina made no effort to walk any faster or slower. She was content to keep her own pace, and clearly, she was on her way to Mutsunobe.
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Miyoko Omaharu
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Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 15
Physical Description: Daughter of Daimyo Nobuhide. Samurai in training.
Registered: May 5, 2017 0:23:49 GMT -8
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Post by Miyoko Omaharu on May 11, 2017 0:38:47 GMT -8
Though she was cautious, she was also a little bit interested in the other woman. She had made no attempt to harm her or get any closer then Miyoko was comfortable with. Instead of galopping home like she normally would have, she was content to keep her horse to a walking speed that the woman could keep up with. She kept a decent distance between them, but was close enough that she could observe what she was doing.
Out of her innerpockets she drew a small mirror that she always kept with her. She then placed it so that she could keep on eye on the woman in the reflection (hopefully) without her noticing it. Miyoko lived in Mutsunobe, so likely most of the road they would be together like that.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2017 16:05:08 GMT -8
[Exit to Mutsunobe?]
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Xyrix
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 20, 2019 14:25:37 GMT -8
Finally, travel could begin again. That interview had felt like conflict alone. The soldiers stationed in these lands were hardened and cold. It was a miracle that they allowed him such passage in the first place. Those he knew from his past that were like this would never have warranted such freedom. He gripped his 'cane' angrily at the thought, but shook it off swiftly. There was no reason to dwell. What was done is done.
He looked back for a moment to see that the pair he'd encountered had not yet come through here. That simply would not do. The gesture made to him by Izanami was enough to make him more curious, whether it had had meaning or not. He had to speak with them. Ito himself seemed a man of business and may not care for a passing wave from a stranger. Xyrix chuckled to himself as he realized he must make somewhat a fool of himself to gain their attention again. When he looked at the warrior he showed signs of hostility to an understandable degree. He had no idea who Xyrix was, after all. It was only natural that he be on guard.
The ronin sat himself dead center in the road and pulled what sake he had left out. This frustrated many passerby's but knew that the pair would see him this way. He poured two small glasses and set them in front of himself. Then he peered his gaze to the entrance of the road, waiting ever so patiently for their arrival.
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Clan Yukimoto
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Ruled by the Iron Crane
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Young, "just" created
Physical Description: Located in Mutsonobe, Tokhung, the Yukimoto clan only has one prominent figure to date -- the Iron Crane. Not much is really known about her history, or about her family. It's possible that she came from nothing and simply chose a name that worked for her. In any case, the "clan" is currently ONLY the Iron Crane, but now that she has Mutsonobe secured, she plans on adopting and creating a worthy family to rule.
Clothes and Equipment: The Iron Crane has an army that contains quite a few female samurai -- onna-bugeisha. Even her infantry also contain female numbers, as she has made a reputation of rescuing women and putting them to work at anything that they are capable of doing, just like any man. Even so, the men in her army make up a broader majority of her samurai and her offensive forces.
Registered: Jan 9, 2018 11:03:09 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Yukimoto on Jun 27, 2019 20:57:38 GMT -8
The Iwaba Road traveled for another day through harsh mountain terrain, that would have made journey by wagon or caravan very slow. A man by himself, at a steady pace, could get through it from sun-up to sun-down of the longest day of the year, but anything else would have a much, much longer time. By the time the terrain evened out, it was still in the mountains, but with somewhat softer slopes and turns, with more foliage present -- and a heightened activity of fauna nearby given the environment was a little more forgiving than the dark rock and white ice of the mountains further up. This section of road last for at least another day, and came to a fork that led to Ishimura. Xyrix chose to sit on the mountainous road, and it wasn't long before a young woman with her dark hair in a high ponytail and her body wrapped up and guarded against the winter came to a stop in front of the two cups of tea set before Xyrix. She had a loooong bow over one shoulder, and two short blades wrapped at her waist. Her boots stopped just inches from the cups, and she glared with confusion down at the man. " Why have you stopped here?" She asked, a pack over another shoulder and her papers stuck clearly in the wrap around her svelte waist.
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Xyrix
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 27, 2019 23:06:02 GMT -8
"Hmm?" Xyrix looked up in returned confusion at the woman who addressed him. He held his sake cup not far from his lips as the one who asked him this question was not at all who he awaited. He looked onward towards the path he'd arrived from to see no sign of the pair that he was hoping to ask about. "I suppose they didn't make it." He spoke but not towards the woman herself. He was disappointed, it had hoped to have wonderful conversation with them. Alas, this would render his sitting here quite useless. He downed his sake quickly and chuckled with a wince.
"I am sorry for being in your way, I was waiting for someone to show. It seems that the possibility of that has come to pass." He picked his other glass off the ground and extended it her.
"I even poured them sake as a welcoming, shame. Would you like to have it instead?" His eyes wandered to the armaments wrapped around her person. "A warrior could always use something to clear the nerves, and the warmth will be of great benefit." Xyrix smiled warmly with his eyes closed. Clearly nonthreatening and perhaps just a lost, confused man. His legs however were shivering as it had been a while since he moved.
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Clan Yukimoto
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Ruled by the Iron Crane
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Young, "just" created
Physical Description: Located in Mutsonobe, Tokhung, the Yukimoto clan only has one prominent figure to date -- the Iron Crane. Not much is really known about her history, or about her family. It's possible that she came from nothing and simply chose a name that worked for her. In any case, the "clan" is currently ONLY the Iron Crane, but now that she has Mutsonobe secured, she plans on adopting and creating a worthy family to rule.
Clothes and Equipment: The Iron Crane has an army that contains quite a few female samurai -- onna-bugeisha. Even her infantry also contain female numbers, as she has made a reputation of rescuing women and putting them to work at anything that they are capable of doing, just like any man. Even so, the men in her army make up a broader majority of her samurai and her offensive forces.
Registered: Jan 9, 2018 11:03:09 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Yukimoto on Jun 29, 2019 4:42:15 GMT -8
The young woman glanced behind her on the Rocky, unforgiving road, and then back at Xyrix with a perked brow. The man was rambling, and it struck this female warrior how odd he was -- young, but with an old man's habits.
"Sake is best taken warm, and this stuff is almost frozen through," she stated, speaking in hyperbole as it would take more than a bit of Frost to freeze a good sake. Instead, she offered her hand to help him off the ground, having noted his cane.
"Come on. We have to get to Ishimura. There's a snowstorm coming in and we won't survive if we're trapped in it." the young woman said. Clearly, she wasn't unkind, but her behavior was brisk and terse... As if she had only one rat's ass to give, and she'd just given it.
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Xyrix
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Roleplay posts: 35
Age: 24
Physical Description: 5'7". His hair is long, beyond his stomach, but often hidden by his hat and by being tied up. His face has light scars that frame his hazel eyes along with the massive crows feet. He isn't extremely buff, but fit enough. Somewhat an unremarkable looking man. He wears a shinobi's headband around his wrist.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are that of a peasant. He dresses very humbly and wears traditional geta for his footwear.
He carries rations with him, a considerable amount.
His armaments include a kusarigame (chained sickle) and a shikomizue (cane sword). His cane sword is always in his hand as he pretends to need it to walk.
Allegiances: None.
Player's online availability : Almost always, but pm.
Registered: Jun 16, 2019 0:35:43 GMT -8
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Post by Xyrix on Jun 29, 2019 6:06:31 GMT -8
Xyrix's smile diminished as she showed no desire to indulge him, but his face remained civil and understanding. He was more so confused by what had transpired in general as none of this was part of his expectations. Though if life had taught him anything it was that expectations often did not come to fruition. He sighed heavily, cleaned what he had laid out, and took her hand to stand himself up. He held his 'cane' to keep his balance and then downed the other cup of sake.
"To each their own, I suppose." His smile returning. "Thank you for your assistance. Ishimura can only be better than sitting in the cold, and in the event of a storm I would be ill prepared." He would walk alongside the woman who helped him as she likely knew this area better than he did. Truthfully, that may be the case with anyone he encountered out here.
He inquired. "What is the reason for your travel, if I may ask?"
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Clan Yukimoto
Established
Ruled by the Iron Crane
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Young, "just" created
Physical Description: Located in Mutsonobe, Tokhung, the Yukimoto clan only has one prominent figure to date -- the Iron Crane. Not much is really known about her history, or about her family. It's possible that she came from nothing and simply chose a name that worked for her. In any case, the "clan" is currently ONLY the Iron Crane, but now that she has Mutsonobe secured, she plans on adopting and creating a worthy family to rule.
Clothes and Equipment: The Iron Crane has an army that contains quite a few female samurai -- onna-bugeisha. Even her infantry also contain female numbers, as she has made a reputation of rescuing women and putting them to work at anything that they are capable of doing, just like any man. Even so, the men in her army make up a broader majority of her samurai and her offensive forces.
Registered: Jan 9, 2018 11:03:09 GMT -8
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Post by Clan Yukimoto on Jun 29, 2019 15:52:06 GMT -8
"Hmph," she said, her only response to his chatter as he used her assistance to stand. She eyed his cane, and then him, then turned her head and began walking, presuming that he'd fall into step beside her. Her hand now rested nonchalantly on a short blade at her waist, not threatening or full of intention, but almost as if that was the natural place where she rested her palm.
"My grandmother uses a special herb that only grows on the Western Side of the mountains," the young woman told Xyrix, "The game is bigger on that side, too." He'd be able to notice several fat rabbits strapped to the pack she carried. "My name is Hanei. What's yours?"
Again, she wasn't unfriendly, but she was a little gruff in how she handled interactions with others. That could likely be said for most of the Tokhungese who lived in these harsher climates.
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