Myo-en sits cross-legged on the battlement of the city wall, looking out at the muddy fields beyond, where the last disarrayed stragglers of the enemy army are marching out in what looks like no particular order. Is this Toshigoku's influence? Or would
any hastily assembled army at the start of a civil war look much the same? Something about the patterns of in the movements below makes her skin rise up in gooseflesh, a little.
She seeks refuge in another set of patterns, ones she has studied for a long time, turning her three old, worn bronze coins between her fingers. She finds is still thinking about her talk with Mei under the mulberry trees; she still believes what she has been telling others all along, that a
Toshigokujin ruler for an empire of
ningen is inconceivable, and a
ningen who doesn't strive and stretch and scratch to attain that position is better than one who does. But she is human, and can't help being curious.
Is the Empress's heir a true Hantei?Karasu-san watches with interest as Myo-en tosses the coins. They only gleam dully, not as shiny as her favorite toys, but she appreciates them. On the second line casting, before Myo-en can record the result, the crow's glossy black beak stretches out and delicately flips one coin over, changing the nature of the line. Myo-en laughs, shrugs, and records the new answer instead.
D12 LA--Divination, 2 CR for being extra thoughtful. TN 25. VP.:
6d10o10k4 27
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Dragon • Tattooed Monk • Ascetically Under-Dressed • Crow Companion • Experienced Honor: What is Expected • Glory: 3.4 • Status: 1 •
ProfileSpeaks Naga, sometimes. Carries: Jade pendant, walking staff, small pocketknife, divination coins. Padded jacket if working outdoors... maybe.