traditional crafts and tuesday afternoons

"You served at court?" He did not sound overly surprised, he'd noticed some of her mannerisms, many of them would have fit in perfectly amongst that sort of setting. And if nothing else she had the looks for it, a breeding that wouldn't look out of place amongst the higher rungs of society.

Though the Hattori name carried great weight, its reputation and the means of which his kin went about gaining power and prestige were hardly encouraged. Many had died to raise up the Iga clan and many of those did not deserve their fate. Which was all to say, that despite their obvious nobility the Hattori name was not one you'd find within the Imperial court. It hadn't bothered Hanzo much back in Nihon and he did not lose sleep over it now.

Having a daughter at court was an honour for many, a way of getting their family's foot in the door, so to say. He looked upon her crafts a moment more, coming up with his own assumptions with little prompting on Kiriko's end.

"I assume you disliked it."