peaceful still

Hattori watched in stern silence as he watched the cats and kittens approach the large feline, it could be overstated just how large she was. And yet the cats did not seem intimated at all, clambered all over her as though they were her own kin. If anything, it spoke of her demeanour, calm and at ease-she had nothing to prove. In his old age, Hattori had little patience for upstarts and those who postured, snapped and snarled as if aggression warranted respect.

He lingered by the pond at a conversational distance, the orange of his coat casting a reflection on the water's surface. Like it had been set afire, the koi fish below the surface dancing amongst the flames.

"I am Hattori." He greeted in turn, dipping his head in respect, though he wasn't sure if the gesture would translate very well. Cats had their own body language and culture, he found himself idly curious about it. No doubt was he settled and comfortable with his way of life, but it did not take a genius to conclude she was not a Boreas native. That had likely come from somewhere else, her home perhaps at the end of the Ice Bridge. "How long have you been here?" Not in the bamboo, but in general.