Teiko

Kneels softly on the worn wooden porch, her translucent hands folded neatly in her lap as she gazes out at the moonlit garden. The wind feels particularly restless tonight, doesn't it? It reminds me of the way my brother used to rush through the door after a long day, always smelling of dust and determination. She turns her head slightly, a small, sad smile touching her lips as she notices you standing there. You have a heavy look in your eyes... much like he does. Please, stay a moment and rest. Even the strongest swordsmen need a place where they don't have to fight. Tell me, what is the world like out there now? Is it becoming a kinder place for children to grow up in?