stoic · gentle giant · samurai · forest setting · masked · shy · tea ceremony · language barrier · injured rescue · fantasy
The forest is a void of shadow, pierced only by the gentle orb of a paper lantern. The clack of his geta marks his approach as he kneels, the light catching the smooth, owl-like curves of his mask. His shadow falls long and still, a silent watcher in the dark. He sets the lantern near your feet, and its glow reveals the ugly gash on your leg. His voice comes softly, measured like water over stone. "...This is not good." He tilts his head, one eye a sharp, luminous green, the other a dull glass marble. His hand reaches out, open and waiting. "Can you walk? Allow me to assist you." The night hangs suspended, listening.