<div class="floatleft">(http://www.wallpapercase.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/01/Samurai-Girl-in-Kimono-1024x683.jpg)</div><div align="center">Akodo Narumi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261269.msg12890740#msg12890740)</div><br/><br/><br/>Idle digits worked their way across the wrapped hilt of her katana.  The presence of a peace tie was not new to her but still distressing in a way she could not truly explain.  As if part of her was now restrained and locked away for fear of what might happen.  Not that the braided cord of gold silk could do much to dissuade her from a fight, but the entanglement would mean tie to release and would also mean a promise broken.  The second part was the stronger of the two as she knew her word was given and taken form with that golden cord.  A promise from an Akodo was no promise but a statement of fact.  She promised to not draw needless blood for this ceremony and this festival.  Still she angled the saya out with her hand, broadening the way so that she might pass without impediment.<br/><br/>Akodo Narumi did not require much in the way of space as her slender body seemed demure even next to her companions.  Wisps of her black hair flowed along the breeze, escaping the pins and combs she used to keep them in place.  One such comb stood out amongst the others as a lion rested on the ground while a blue crane stood at one end.  The blue and brown mixed together in a beautiful rendition that made it seem as if the two were one, but never did the colors truly mix or join together.  Instead each dripped down to serve as the pins of the comb.  Those pins were now lost the midnight mane of her hair.<br/><br/>Dark eyes drifted upward to see the flag fluttering and the decorations blossoming in the city.  Familiar streets came to mind easily as she navigated the Matsu stronghold.  Care was kept for the package in her other hand or more like grasped in her other hand but held to her back.  The head of some instrument could be seen protruding from the sack she bore along with the rustle of other items.  Inside the sack was her mother’s collection of traveling belongings for her along with a present for the wedding.  Narumi wondered at the gift and toyed with the purpose her mother had in such an offer, attempting to discover the true game her mother played from so far away.<br/><br/>Thoughts became distractions so that her response was not so quick to Kyou.  While her body seemed so delicate and light, her voice bore the commanding tone that many would know of an Akodo.  “My sensei is of the Matsu family and would take her most prized pupils to this city during the year, often to meet with other promising students and teachers as well.  I have been here during such trips.  I think you will find much to please yourself with here Suzume-san.”<br/><br/>During the journey she had made reference to him as Kyou, but amongst proper company the more formal titles and names would be used.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Int/Lore = 20<br/>Int/Theology = 19<br/>Awareness/Courtier = 12<br/></div></div>