Kakita watches the others leave, her eyes following the kimono-clad warriors until they vanished before she lets her violet hued orbs travel to the table where the last remaining jade orb sat nestled in velvet. With practiced grace she padded over to the table and  bent her knees, plucking the orb of jade up before standing once more at her full height. She holds the precious object up, testing its heft in her palm before closing her pale fingers over it and closing her eyes reverently…<br/><br/>That was until a man’s voice took her away from her little reverie. The samurai-ko’s eyes snap open and she turns her head slowly towards the man, flashing him a polite smile before tucking her badge of office in the folds of her obi next to her own blade.<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">“ Tour the city with you?” </span>It was a rhetorical question, a feint to give her time to think. It was uncouth for a woman to be alone with a man that was not family though she was a samurai-ko and rules were slightly different for her. At her age it was expected of her to be married, society expected her to have interest in men where she had none. It was enough to make the brows furrow if she were not more disciplined.<br/><br/>After a moment of silent consideration the young samurai-ko nods her head, a lock of her silvery hair that had come undone from her foxtail  falling down along her face.  “<span style="color: DeepSkyBlue">Of course, Kitsune-san. But first ,may we travel along to where I am lodged and stow away this Daisho for the journey tomorrow?”</span>She of course still had the paired blades, holding them carefully with all due reverence and a slight amount of distaste.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>