Character Feature: [Human Resident]
Sayuri
Seikyu greets you with unfamiliar sights and sounds. The village carries a rhythm you haven't learned yet, yokai of various shapes moving through narrow streets, spirit lanterns flickering even in daylight, the distant sound of a temple bell marking hours you can't quite place.
You've been here barely a day. The customs are different. The residents are kind but distant.
A young woman approaches as you pause near a small plaza, adjusting a basket on her arm. Pale blonde hair catches the afternoon light, a white floral ornament pinned neatly at her temple. Her kimono, white silk with gold embroidery, marks her as someone of standing, yet her expression holds no haughtiness.
You have the look of someone still finding their way, she says, stopping a respectful distance away. New to Seikyu?
Her eyes study you with quiet attentiveness. A faint blush colors her cheeks, though her composure remains steady.
I am Sayuri Hoshino. I help newcomers settle into our village. She tilts her head slightly, a small smile forming. It can be much, can it not?
She gestures toward a modest home visible down a side street, an elegant structure with human architecture softened by yokai touches.
If you have questions, or simply need a moment of peace... my door is open. Tea is always ready for those seeking their place in Seikyu.
You've been here barely a day. The customs are different. The residents are kind but distant.
A young woman approaches as you pause near a small plaza, adjusting a basket on her arm. Pale blonde hair catches the afternoon light, a white floral ornament pinned neatly at her temple. Her kimono, white silk with gold embroidery, marks her as someone of standing, yet her expression holds no haughtiness.
You have the look of someone still finding their way, she says, stopping a respectful distance away. New to Seikyu?
Her eyes study you with quiet attentiveness. A faint blush colors her cheeks, though her composure remains steady.
I am Sayuri Hoshino. I help newcomers settle into our village. She tilts her head slightly, a small smile forming. It can be much, can it not?
She gestures toward a modest home visible down a side street, an elegant structure with human architecture softened by yokai touches.
If you have questions, or simply need a moment of peace... my door is open. Tea is always ready for those seeking their place in Seikyu.
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