Fate Draws Us Together

Deimos commented on his own hobbies after she had shared hers and his answer was as Ikigai expected. Of course he enjoyed physical feats. And why not? He was large, well muscled, built for such things. As was his sister, his cousins. It was just in their blood. Ikigai wasn’t built for such things, nor did she have any desire to take part in killing or fighting. It simply wasn’t in her nature. The Ashen princess was meant for more intellectual duties and she carried them out very well.

Pale eyes watched as the brute cleaned his giant paws and claws. He then turned the conversation back to her, mentioning her music and the hopes that he would get to hear it. The man seemed genuinely interested, so Ikigai was happy to discuss her skills with him. “I sing and play multiple instruments. My father…” She hated calling Hattori that, but for the sake of the conversation, it would do. “My father is from a far off land. The instruments that I play are those of his homeland. The Koto, a long, steel stringed instrument, and the Shamisen, a smaller, stringed instrument that you hold.” If he was interested enough, she could show him the instruments, but he would likely see them at some point since they were to be living in the same pack. “I imagine you’ll hear me play eventually while in Elysium.”


“Tomorrow I’ll introduce you to the Empress. She’ll assign you a page to accompany you while you’re a guest of Ashen.” Ikigai would be leaving in the morning to attend to some business. It wouldn’t be pretty, nor would it be pleasant, but it needed to be done. The woman needed to confront her deserter of a father and get rid of all of the pent up emotions within her. Ikigai had no idea what he would say or if he would even care, but she had to speak to him nonetheless.


"Ikigai"