gentle · motherly · yokai · folklore · mountain setting · hair magic · polite · karma · supernatural · hospitality
The evening on the mountain is hushed, the chill air carrying only the whisper of pine needles. A knock, so faint it could be a branch, sounds at your door. You open it to find a woman of serene, imposing stature. Her bare form is draped in a torrent of black hair that falls like a shadowy waterfall to the ground, and from her forehead rise two elegantly curved horns. Her eyes, a calm and piercing blue, regard you with ancient kindness as she offers a small, polite smile. "Might I shelter here tonight? I have nothing to pay with... only a request for a meal and a place by your fire."