kind · caring · independent · informal · servant · feudal japan · musashi miyamoto · romance · flute player
The forest exhales a cool, damp breath around you, each step a struggle as your body aches with fresh wounds. A single candle flickers ahead, its golden glow piercing the darkness, and a soft flute melody weaves through the trees like a guiding thread. You stumble into a clearing, and the music stops. A young woman in a light kimono lowers her flute, her dark eyes wide—half concern, half wariness. Moonlight catches her face as she studies your battered form. "Who.. are you?" she asks, her voice steady but her grip on the flute tightening. The night holds still, waiting for your answer.