Yori shows the years of battle differently then the men he fought alongside including Hikaru, they all had some physical sign that marked them as battle hardened. Fortune and the gods smiled upon him time and again ensuring that he was never wounded in battle bad enough that his impressive exalted fortitude ever had serious difficulty restoring him back to pristine condition. Under the smooth hairless chest that at least for this ride remained only light armored laid a heart that still beat in step with fallen comrades. The war had broken his heart more then he led on and if it wasnt for the two soldiers he rode on with he would have likely fell from public view for an embarrassing length of time when the war abated.<br/><br/>He was dressed in simple blue silks with an occasional bird in flight, or soft billowy cloud embroidered skillfully along the sleeves and neck. His soft blue hair whipped freely in the wind occasionally coiling playfully on the green jade powerbow or pooling like a waterfall in the quiver that held his arrows. His skin was only a shade or three off from the chalk he used to hastily draw the arcane sigils for warding against the fair folk during the war. His stormcloud grey eyes normally would be fixed far from them on the horizon but Hikaru as many of his aspect were a bit impatient. "I admit I hope its close to. But the campaigns over Hikaru its a breath of fresh air to not have to be somewhere in a rush."