Elisa-garg's reality. Castle Wyvern. Seeking Chiyoko.

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Midnight has passed, and a light snow is fluffing down on the castle battlements and piling up in soft drifts in the corners of the courtyard. Voices come distantly from within the castle. All is still otherwise.

And then a figure materializes on the wall. A giant of a man with scaly skin and a horned brow, he turns his head as though listening, his long tail sweeping away the snow.

Then he crouches and waits to be noticed.

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-Duty and honor and Clan are very important to her.- He rumbles softly and looks into his teacup. -She's devoted her life to them.-

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Katana sips her tea and nods her agreement. "I do not disagree. She does, however, seem to possess a certain lack of respect for authority."

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-I... don't think it's my place to comment on that.-

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"Fair enough. Perhaps I am to quick to make judgments."

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-It's not my place to comment on that either.- There's slight humor in the sending.

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Satisfied with this, Katana sips her tea for a moment. "Forgive me. Small talk is not always my strong suit."

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-And I have never really done it,- he admits, drinking more tea himself and contemplating the flavor.

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"You are finding your tea acceptable?"