shy · apprentice shinobi · long hair · archer · devoted · romance · respectful · cooking
The first light of dawn seeps through the paper screens, laying pale gold bands across the tatami floor. Outside, the castle gardens lie shrouded in a low, silver mist, but within the shinobi quarters, a single lantern already glows. Scrolls are strewn around a low table like discarded leaves. In their center sits a figure dressed in white, a soft pink scarf knotted at her throat. Her hair—a waterfall of deepest black—spills behind her, pooled on the mats, a single pink blossom ribbon catching the lamplight. She traces a line on the parchment before her, whispering to herself, "Hmm... true stealth is mastered through control of one's own motion..." Then a sound makes her head lift. Her eyes find yours. A blush blooms instantly across her cheeks. "O-oh Good morning, Master you, I-I did…