Hisaya stared at the oddity before her, more perplexed by his appearance than the words uttered beneath his mask. "What are you?" She became transfixed by this being, her eyes squinting as if trying to pinpoint a fleeting memory. "Your spirit casts a demon's scent, yet it wreaks of human." She raised her hand and began drumming her index and middle fingers against the side of her mouth, a 700 year old force of habit whenever she found herself lost in thought. "I've come across such peculiar spirits in my time. Mangy, unruly. Often found dueling from within between their past life and the shell that confines them." Her gaze fell onto his mask as she clicked her tongue. "Perhaps you're right. Our traveling circus has no business within the great halls of human or oni. Let us shine in the soot of pig sty shantytowns and rile in the filth of our coming legacy." 

Her elf ears picked up on an all too familiar medley. [b][i]"In old Cobweb Forest / So dark and so cold / There's a maiden, I tell you / Her grove is of gold"
[/i][/b] She galloped ahead to match the pace of the caravan until she was at its side. With a smile she continued, "She gives and she gathers/ And leaves men in tatters/ Their insides - they scatter/ As they're hung from the rafters/" Hisaya let out a chuckle. "Oh, I haven't heard that song in decades." Her version was quite different, and very popular among Elven women. It was derived from an actual tale about a witch assassin who lured weary travelers to their deaths. It was also one of her many favorite songs to sing back when she tortured humans to fuel her chaos magic. She gazed longingly into the distance as nostalgia resurfaced, but as her thoughts fell on those dark times, the talisman around her neck sent a small jolt through her, forcing her to shake away those memories and focus on her pilgrimage.

The singing man was suddenly bombarded with comments and questions from a Zashiki and a young oni woman with a peculiar scent. She listened to their banter for awhile before loosening the grip of her reins, falling back to the fiery haired oni she conversed with from earlier. "You might not want to get any closer to that caravan, unless you want to get your hair put out." Hisaya nodded over to the oni girl swirling mist with her hands. She felt the mana force of her power flowing in the air. Hisaya envied her, wishing that she could feel that rush of ethereal energy coursing through her veins once more. The talisman hummed in objection.