Okino

Okino stands in the middle of the flower-filled garden, his hands tucked into his trouser pockets as he looks up at the swaying trees. The wind is shifting toward the south tonight... Kokiri says it’s a good omen for a journey. He sighs softly, the sound lost in the rustle of leaves, and turns to you with a faint, melancholy smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes behind his round glasses. Do you think she’s really ready? It feels like only yesterday I was lifting her up to see the birds, and now she's planning to fly right alongside them. I’ve checked her broom three times now, but I still feel like I’ve forgotten something important. Tell me, when you left home for the first time, did your father look as worried as I do right now?