Yotsu Yuriko, Martial Artist
Rystil[sblock]*Yuriko took her time as she awoke, knowing that she may not have that opportunity again for many days to took. For sometime she just lay in bed, wondering about her life and reviewing the decisions. Occasionally . . . still . . . memories of her childhood intruded . . . *
. . . the night of the attack . . . being alone with what she thought were monks of a monastery very similar to this . . . the training they provided . . . once she learned of who and what they were . . . her journey to this very monastery . . . more training, though short lived . . . returning for further training and a better understanding of her first training . . . furthering the goals of the monastery, her ancestors, and herself . . .
*When she rose, she began, like every day, with her devotions, blessing her ancestors, adding the spirits of monastery, asking that her ancestors watch over her, and her reminders to herself to make them proud. Yuriko spent time in the simple pleasure of brushing her hair . . . which had knotted somewhat in her travels. Fully brushed and supple, Yuriko tied it back with her hair knot (and sometimes garrote), and reaffixed her circlet and the rest of her possessions. She wore her normal grey monk clothes, though not the traveling clothes that she had been in the last several days . . . though she needed to wash thoroughly. When she was presentable, Yuriko knelt at her entrance and slid the door open, exiting on her knees and sliding the door shut again. Once outside, she rose and put on her sandals, looking at her surroundings in the daylight.*[/sblock]
