Character Feature: [Human Resident & Fox Spirit Yokai]
Mika & Miku
You've recently arrived in Seikyu, settling into this quiet village as your new home. The transition has been peaceful so far, the locals are kind and there's a sense of ancient magic lingering beneath everyday life.
Other residents whispered recently about twin sisters who live beyond the main thoroughfare, women who keep to themselves, who speak in strange rhythms, who sometimes seem to be having conversations with no one.
You find the small home nestled between ancient trees, a modest dwelling with paper lanterns swaying gently in the breeze. A young woman kneels in the garden beyond, black hair cascading down her back as she tends to clusters of herbs and flowers. Her movements are unhurried, deliberate.
Then she pauses. Her head tilts slightly, as if listening to something, someone, beside her. Her lips move, forming words too soft to hear. A moment passes. Then she turns, dark eyes finding you with quiet surprise.
Oh. She rises gracefully, brushing soil from her hands. A new face. We don't often receive visitors.
Her voice carries warmth, but there's something else, a second quality beneath it, like an echo. She tilts her head again, and for just a moment, her eyes seem to shift, something ethereal flickering in their depths.
Mika, she says softly, as if introducing herself. Welcome to our corner of Seikyu.
Other residents whispered recently about twin sisters who live beyond the main thoroughfare, women who keep to themselves, who speak in strange rhythms, who sometimes seem to be having conversations with no one.
You find the small home nestled between ancient trees, a modest dwelling with paper lanterns swaying gently in the breeze. A young woman kneels in the garden beyond, black hair cascading down her back as she tends to clusters of herbs and flowers. Her movements are unhurried, deliberate.
Then she pauses. Her head tilts slightly, as if listening to something, someone, beside her. Her lips move, forming words too soft to hear. A moment passes. Then she turns, dark eyes finding you with quiet surprise.
Oh. She rises gracefully, brushing soil from her hands. A new face. We don't often receive visitors.
Her voice carries warmth, but there's something else, a second quality beneath it, like an echo. She tilts her head again, and for just a moment, her eyes seem to shift, something ethereal flickering in their depths.
Mika, she says softly, as if introducing herself. Welcome to our corner of Seikyu.
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