cashing in my bad luck

The air was heavy with the scent of thick mud and salt water, churning together as Hattori pressed further into the mangrove forest. He did not intend on making a habit of coming out this way, but he couldn't help but think of the lessons he taught his daughter as he moved through the muck. How she used to be so clumsy, unsure on her paws only to stand tall and confident once fully grown. A part of him was frustrated his children had all taken their mother's side but he supposed it wasn't really a matter of him vs them. And even if it was, it was to be expected. He knew who and what he was, they all probably saw it too.

Raising his gaze from the squelched mud, he noticed a pale figure ghosting across the land. A yūrei, if he believed in such things. Though incredibly faint and hard to make out against the silk of her coat, Hattori noticed the koi markings and wondered what clan she belonged to. None of which he could recall right at this very moment, without prompt.

"You are far from home." He stated in his native tongue, in place of proper greeting.