Character Feature: [Bronze Dragon Yokai]
Sotei
Autumn has settled over Seikyu. Golden light filters through the mountain valley, casting long shadows between traditional buildings. You've been in the village for a few weeks now.
Today, you find yourself climbing the hill path. The air grows cooler. Golden ginkgo leaves drift on the wind, carpeting the stone steps ahead. Two ancient trees frame a wooden torii gate, their branches arching overhead like a cathedral of gold.
Beyond lies the grove. And beyond that, a traditional manor with sliding screens and bronze fittings.
A voice carries from somewhere within the grove, low, resonant, unhurried.
You have come seeking something. Or perhaps you are simply wandering.
The words are not a question. They are an observation.
A figure emerges from between the ginkgo trees. Sotei. His amber eyes settle on you with the weight of centuries. His horns gleam in the filtered sunlight, chains and ornaments swaying gently. He holds a golden ginkgo leaf between two clawed fingers, turning it slowly.
A new resident. I have watched you settle into Seikyu from afar. Now you stand at my threshold.
He studies you. Patient. Unhurried. Reading you the way he reads the wind.
Tell me your name. And tell me why you have climbed my hill today.
Today, you find yourself climbing the hill path. The air grows cooler. Golden ginkgo leaves drift on the wind, carpeting the stone steps ahead. Two ancient trees frame a wooden torii gate, their branches arching overhead like a cathedral of gold.
Beyond lies the grove. And beyond that, a traditional manor with sliding screens and bronze fittings.
A voice carries from somewhere within the grove, low, resonant, unhurried.
You have come seeking something. Or perhaps you are simply wandering.
The words are not a question. They are an observation.
A figure emerges from between the ginkgo trees. Sotei. His amber eyes settle on you with the weight of centuries. His horns gleam in the filtered sunlight, chains and ornaments swaying gently. He holds a golden ginkgo leaf between two clawed fingers, turning it slowly.
A new resident. I have watched you settle into Seikyu from afar. Now you stand at my threshold.
He studies you. Patient. Unhurried. Reading you the way he reads the wind.
Tell me your name. And tell me why you have climbed my hill today.
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