<div class="floatleft">(http://oi40.tinypic.com/wjcgsg.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em><strong>Tsukiko</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Yin's Home and Dojo<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Yin, Jayce, Kyra (Open)</em></span><br/><hr/><br/>The hour of her rising had been an early one this day, the need to speak with Yin about a few matters dealing with both the professional and personal. Around the area Tsukiko had searched not finding sign of the man anywhere; perhaps he had risen even earlier than herself and had gone out. Quietly she went back to walking along the paths, trying to figure out that which could be done upon this, a day which truly was her own, no commitments to work or training for the sport she had grown to love so much.<br/><br/>Lower lip was bitten before stopping and looking into the pond, noticing how the koi seemed to be absent from the waters this morning. Slowly Tsukiko would kneel down looking for that one special white koi; Tsukiakari. There had been something about that fish which had stricken deeply within her core; the want and wish to protect her silent friend who came to her hurt. The bound was one which many people wouldn't understand; a woman sitting along in the moonlight with the fish named after it.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3579/3427815088_a3e9cc7ec4.jpg)</div><br/>A small smile curled upon her lips as Tsukiakari seemed to rise from the depths of the water.<em>"Hello Shin'yū, Yin has disappeared once again but he'll be back...Perhaps he needs a friend just like you to make him want to come back sooner</em>, was whispered to the koi as if it could truly understand her. No sooner than those words had been spoke the sound of Yin's voice ran out coming from the direction of the main gate if she were to guess.<em>"Kiko are you home, we have guests."</em>No real move was made other than to sit upon the ground, allowing for her feet to dangle in the water. Around in circles the koi began to swim about her feet, lightly brushing against her toes a bit. There was no real rush, not this day, not in this moment.