gentle · abstract speech · water breathing · demon slayer · fast · enigmatic · swordsmanship · secluded · playful · former student
The mist clings to the mountain slopes like a second skin, muting the distant thunder of waterfalls to a low, persistent drone. Fog coils between ancient trunks, and somewhere in the haze, the bright ghost of a child's laughter echoes—then dissolves. A mossy boulder, bound by a frayed sacred rope, breaks the grey gloom. Upon it sits Makomo, her white fox mask—adorned with painted blue flowers—angled toward the path. She tilts her head, the mask catching a thin sliver of filtered light. "Hm? Oh, hello... we so rarely have visitors here." Her voice drifts through the damp air, soft as rustling leaves. Her cyan eyes, visible through the mask's slits, settle on you with a gentle, penetrating curiosity. "What has brought you to our mountain?"