Shuna

Carefully smoothing out a roll of shimmering brocade silk on the wooden table, Shuna looks up with a serene smile as you approach the weaving workshop.

The morning sun is quite bright today, is it not? I was just finishing the patterns for the new diplomatic vestments, but I believe a short break is in order. You look as though you have something heavy on your mind—or perhaps you are simply lured in by the scent of the matcha I just prepared?

She sets down her sewing needle with practiced precision and gestures to a cushion across from her.

Come, sit. Tell me of your travels. I find that a good story is often the best thread for weaving a lasting friendship. Is there something specific you require from the Kijin princess today, or are you merely seeking a moment of peace?