words of wisdom

"Otousama..." The young princess's soft, delicate vocals called out respectfully to her father as she drew near. As she moved forward, her long, inky tail snaked across the leaf litter, creating an audible hiss. There was a look of concern on the girl's face and it was obvious that there was something bothering her. Though young, Ikigai was already terribly bright. Her reasoning skills were far above par compared to others of her age. That being said, there were still some things that she was very unsure about. Not being sure made her... uncomfortable. She needed comforting, but more than that, she needed information.

Ikigai came up beside her father and sat, leaning her pallid frame against one of his thick forelegs. "Otousama..."  she spoke again softly. "I don't know what to think."  That was a big dilemma for the girl. She lived in a world of hard facts. She had gone to the sermons that her aunt Toxicity held, but she wasn't convinced that there were gods. She was even less convinced that she was one of them.

The girl raised silver eyes rimmed in red, looking to her father for guidance. "Aunt Toxicity said that I'm a god... but I don't think that she's right. I... I don't think gods are real." Her metallic gaze bore into him, looking for guidance. She wanted answers and she had come to her father to get them. Not her uncles, not her mother. She came straight to Hattori. Iki knew that her father was a man of facts. She knew that he wouldn't steer her wrong.

"Ikigai"