[color=8dc73f][b]Kinpachi Tomomi[/b][/color][hr] The stew bubbled merrily as she reread the letter again. Finally, after reading the letter for the umpteenth time that day, Tomomi stashed the letter in her backpack, and pulled out a bowl and a ladle. She had not been travelling with any destination in mind, just that she was travelling. Along the way on this rarely used road, she chanced upon some rabbit droppings. After a bit of hunting, the rabbit in question was now in her stew. [color=8dc73f]"Hmm... More salt?"[/color] Tomomi wondered, as she moved the pot of stew away from the fire to cool it down. She ate her stew in silence, pondering the letter and its content. It was just a while ago that a rider came up to her in this woodland road, shoving the letter into her hands before riding off, presumably to deliver other letters. Lorrimor, whose daughter sent her this letter, was dead. And, he named her in his last will. What was it that made him put her name in there? Her beauty? Her skills in the sword? Or their myriad adventures together during the time she worked as his bodyguard? In any case it filled her with rather conflicting feelings. She wanted to puff out and preen herself over being chosen so, but at the same time, there was a twang of sadness that said she shouldn't do so. Finishing her meal, she laid down upon her bedroll and stared up at the starry night. She had no desire to actually get into the sleeping bag, considering she had these fear that she would not be able to wriggle out of them fast enough if anything happened. And something [i]might[/i] happen, considering how beautiful she was. Of that at least, she was very sure of. Tomomi kept herself as clean as she could, whenever she had the chance. Her visage, her silvery hair that had soft downy plumes here and there, even her golden eyes was something she was extremely proud of. If she had only a larger, more beautiful wings... Sighing, she closed her eyes. There was no way she would miss the funeral; she would have to find another more traveled road to get there before that date.