Hey there, fancy feet

Shuriken was only a little uncertain, but it was more of herself than this high born woman she had kind of met on the border with her parents. She had spoken to her, quite understandingly, at their last meeting and Ike did feel herself trusting the older woman. Because of her actions and how Iki had spoken about her, but that subject brought another heaviness to the princess’s heart. Ike regained her balance as the powerful woman sat before her, taking on a much softer approach than she had with the girl’s mother. Ike still had to look up to meet her brilliant eyes, and blushed slightly as Manea lifted her ear.

The princess perked as she was told to stand tall for the privilege of her burdens. She wasn’t sure how she felt about being touched by a near stranger, now that she was nearing a year of age she had less to fear from the outside world. She was nearing Manea’s height and quite possibly her skill level as well. So the young princess allowed Manea her affection and curiosity as she lifted her taloned paw. Ike listened politely, feeling the parallels between her family and that of Manea, but still feeling the rift between them. The prevailing message was resounding, don’t be discouraged.

She nodded slightly and gave her name as she was asked. "Officially, Kiyohime Shuriken Ōritsu Abraxas." The girl nearly sung her long twisting name. "I like going by Ike." She added with a little curtsy, her movements much more relaxed than her first greeting. Manea seemed to understand who she was, and had lived through her struggles similarly.

"Kiyohime Shuriken Ōritsu Abraxas"