<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/97m96r.jpg)</div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=234498.msg11535643#msg11535643">Quote from: Annaamarth on 11-08-2015, 06:51:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"Ah, and you know each other.  Of course."</span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Yes."  Shiori says softly.  For a moment, it looks like she is about to say more, but suddenly her lips press firmly shut.  Her amber eyes turn to regard the Scorpion, her expression just a touch cold.<em>Looking for angles to manipulate us already, are you, Scorpion?</em>She leaves the thought unspoken, her gaze turning back to Keitaro as he reacts.<br/><br/>Shiori's expression softens once more as she watches him, a flurry of emotions, mostly but not entirely suppressed, pass over her lovely features.  Chief among them seems to be sympathy.  Concern.  A touch of sadness.  A touch of irritation.  "I am glad to hear that you are well, Keitaro-san."  Shiori says, her voice still soft, still watching him, her amber eyes soft.  Once again, she briefly looks as though she wants to say more, her lips parting, but she does not, this time because she cannot find the right words.<br/><br/>As Keitaro introduces her, though, Shiori straightens.  "Thank you for the introduction, Keitaro-san, although you are too kind.  I am honored to meet all of you, and look forward to serving our new family with you, honorably and well."  She says, unknowingly echoing Maseko's earlier words.  Coing from Shiori, it sounds less memorized, Shiori's voice growing in volume and conviction as she speaks.  She bows to each other samurai in turn, bending at the waist, unconcerned with the way it causes her already low neckline to dip lower.  First the Scorpion, then the Unicorn shugenja who seemed to think she was a bushi, and finally the... ronin?  Whatever the strange silent one was.  She bows gracefully, but formally, the agility of her motions the only thing preventing her from being called stiff.<br/><br/>When Maseko next speaks, Shiori frowns lightly, shaking her head, her hair brushing against her shoulders with the motion.  "Koseru-san, you do not need to refer to me as Matsu-sama."  She hesitates a moment before continuing.  "Nevertheless... thank you for offering the honor of being the first to enter."  She bows, a touch more respectfully than before.  That said, she turns, taking a deep breath before proceeding into the next room.  Where everything would change.