The patience of this temples monks inevitably would one day become legendary because among them was a holy terror. Taught by her uncle to survive outside the comfort of polite society and to take shelter in abandoned buildings or worse, the young and pragmatic Kuni had the tale-tell oddness to one of her bloodline. The Kuni were already given a wide berth for being charged with studying the Shadowlands and the effects of the taint upon the average Rokugani. That in and of itself set them slightly apart from others and things that were not understood were strange and treated as such. That being said, Takoko was a little strange even for a Kuni.<br/><br/>When she arrived at the temple she fell in line rather quickly, knowing much of the way of monks even if she herself was still considered a samurai. She said all the right prayers, knew the right mantra's and offerings. The Spartan squalor of the rooms wouldn't be unappreciated at all from a life lived on the road hunting witches and monsters and from behind long strands of dark hair that hung shyly in front of her face she even smiled most of the time she was waiting. That minimum of decorum however grew thinner the longer she waited for this meeting she'd been called to and barely convinced her uncle to allow her to attend. She did her best not to bother anyone, contemplating nature and meditating along the temple grounds as the days passed. Her personal commune with nature however could start rumors of Yokai stalking the grounds as 'becoming one with earth' involved skulking in a nearby pond like a mud covered hag or screaming at a thunderstorm from the top of a torii gate for the air kami's attention. When the raven came to find her she was sitting at a small fire next to a large clay vase filled with liquid and playing her Shamisen which she'd sat in her lap and plucked at with each snap and crackle of the fire rather than any practiced tune.<br/><br/>Takoko didn't talk much. She'd seen her old friend and sister-in-law arrive three days ago and while she was content to follow her around silently and wide eyed not unlike a ghost, Hatsu never did seem to notice her. Cleaning herself up before the meeting she'd scuttle off with the large clay pot strapped to her back, muttering something to herself about hugging.<br/><br/>The girl's kimono was rough and well worn, more practical than anything meant to be admired for it's appearance. The same could be said of the girl herself. While she had no visible scars upon her face or anywhere else that was exposed she had a certain stare in her eyes that many who had walked the carpenter wall had developed. The kind of expression that even when you were looking right at a person it appeared to drift off a thousand yards through them. Her face was white with streaks of red from make-up that she applied once every morning which would be all the more ghoulish if it wasn't for the small jade pendant she wore around her neck which slipped just below the innermost fold of her Kimono patterned in small sea creatures, the crabs of which all had their claws crossed.<br/><br/>She sat when directed and listened to the older Jade magistrate word for word, an inner excitement making her pull the clay pot from her back to her front. Settled on her knees she slipped her arms around the pot and remained embracing it like one would cradle a small child, its lid still firmly sitting on top of it. Hatsu got a pinky-finger waved at her in what she hoped was a subtle enough gesture and as the questions went back and fourth she absorbed what she could, looking back and fourth at the rest of those gathered in the room with a little too intense of a stare.