<span style="color: red">"But every person can be a frog."</span><br/><br/>The rather cryptic phrase left a wave of silence in its wake, Michi stepping out into the brilliant sun as she withdrew a paper fan from her sleeve. Unfurling it, she gently fanned herself as she waited briefly for Tomomi to ready herself before continuing on into the regal district. Her path was clearly towards Shutsuensha but she did not seem to be in any particular rush to make her way there as her pace remained slow and proper and her eyes would settle to take in the many majestic homes and buildings of the capital, watching them hum and twist with the many peoples working and living inside of them. Whenever she spoke, her fan stilled and raised itself, covering where her mouth should be even as her mask's thin lips remained unmoving.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"I am a simple beast, Daigotsu-san. A proud warrior who does their part for the empire and for my clan. I am not a hound for honour or distinction like Kakita-chan, nor am I particularly charming like Ide-san. In all honesty, it is best to think of me as a blank slate to write upon. I would not at all mind such things."</span>She winked at Tomomi, as they turned towards the district's gate and the Elysium of Shutsuensha. Lush grass and well maintained gardens and trees blended seamlessly with fine establishments for any sort of leisure a samurai was entitled to indulge in.<span style="color: red">"But if such an answer satisfied you, we would not be here would we? We are both cut from dark silks, and I'll admit even I have trouble wearing such blacks when I think of the new festering pit in my homelands. I was born after such dark times, but perhaps it makes it worse for me that I could never see what was once there. Yet here we are ..."</span>Her eyes drifted around the path they walked along, seemingly occupying herself with the maintenance of the grass.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"Do you play Go?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>