Asahi was stalking another bamboo rat when a call entered the sky. Her father... He sounded... she had a feeling she knew what this meeting was about. She had heard the hushed tones and noticed how her father had been stalking around in a particularly more dour mood than his usual stoic self.
She abandoned her stalking and carefully wove her way through the thick forest of bamboo to the central meeting area where the Patriarch sat.
Her golden eyes scanned the area and the way her father was poised. The light filtered through the elongated leaves into the familiar space, casting an almost tranquil scene. If she didn't know better she would have assumed this would be for a lesson or teaching moment.
She stepped out of the bamboo, careful of the tender striplings, and bowed her head in greeting to the Kaicho. She sat daintily before him, waiting for the others to gather.
Asahi does not typically speak, even sometimes when she wants to.
Her brother Jiro may enter her threads unannounced!
