<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMjEML5yj4w/TMY9t4IPiJI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1JS6X-E5C0/s1600/japanese%20woman.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Kitaka "Kit" Tori<br/><strong>Where:</strong>China<br/><strong>What:</strong>Making an appearance<br/><strong>With Who:</strong>Sun, Snow, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was almost a tender moment, as Kit listened to the Monkey King's oath. Whatever else she might have doubted about the man - his mental stability or his intent perhaps being to ruffle fur wherever he went - his intention of seeing his companions survive the coming storm seemed unquestionable. She felt as though perhaps she had no need of the way the oath seemed manifest and perhaps could have done without the way it sank disconcertingly into her skin, but the way with which he sought to put her at ease was something of a novelty to Kita. It left more than a little pride in her to be following him into the hall where the mirror had brought them.<br/><br/>She watched keenly from her position on the cloud, stepping off just as he greeted... the castle? It took a moment of looking around for Kita to notice the other figure nearby. She was about to offer her own greeting and a whispered attempt to inquire where they were, precisely, when Sun Wukong made it almost impossible not to be noticed. Kit nearly dropped her forehead into her hand as he shouted both of their names and felt more than a little uncomfortable at the way he described her. It didn't escape her notice his use of the word sun to do it, either. Clever monkey.<br/><br/>Perhaps he would not allow her to be killed. Perhaps it was his intent only to give her a heart attack.<br/><br/>The second figure made their way into the room and now Kita was beginning to feel uneasy. Despite the legends of the Monkey King - which Kit had reason to believe were at least somewhat accurate - the numbers were even. It would not be long, at this rate, before the two of them were outnumbered. Quietly, she came up behind Sun and laid her hand against his back, a reserved way to let him know where she was even as she positioned herself to peek around him at the aging newcomer. When she stepped away from Wukong, she still found herself behind his shoulder if not directly eclipsed by him.<br/><br/>All the better to have been sure the twitch of her lip in a snarl wasn't completely hidden from the man who poked fun at Sun. It wasn't quite a threat, of course, and it wasn't quite an insult, but whatever it was left Kit feeling as though she would rather be free of the old man's presence than anything else. She had a retort in mind, even pulled up her hand to point rudely toward the man before she realized she was holding something in her fingers. A look of confusion covered her face. It was written in the same style as the letter they had found, with the primitive block letters. The hand on Wukong this time was meant to draw his attention to her as she held up Snow's invitation.<br/><br/>"Again." She whispered, intending that only Sun would hear her. "Again, we are contacted. But no host has met us, yet." Her look towards the Monkey King was inquiring, a tilt of her head as though to ask what their response should be.