Kiyoko pulled on her black and gold kimono, the beautiful blossom design cascading down to her ankles, with it's green accents and even the slightest bit of red, to which contrasted beautifully against her skin. She fixed her hair up, using little pink blossoms as onaments, with soft green leaves that paired perfect with her kimono. 'I'm nearly there...' she thought to herself, as she left the inn she'd been staying in, located in Shamito. She rounded towards the stables, running a hand town the sharp jaw bone of her beautiful steed, as he curved it's neck nearer against her flesh. "Good morning Farasi," she cooed, as she tugged gently on the reins, letting the horse free from the pen.
Farasi was a young mare, with long legs and a sharp swift appearance. She had twisted horns, almost like what would be found on a large buck, and she almost appeared to glitter in view of the sun. Farasi was of a very rare breed, costing quite a pretty penny, and known for their high stamina and unimaginable speed. She was honey colored, with a lighter, more blonde, mane and tail. Kiyoko owned her since she was a young filly, bred from the two strongest horses her father could find, so that she would be agile and strong. Kiyoko sighed at the thought of her father, he wouldn't be pleased with her.
Once she'd received the letter stating she had to leave her home, in direction of the Guardian Temple, her father insisted she not leave until he'd hired body guards and prepared a chariot for her venture across Yakoto; she wasn't too fond of the idea. She hated how he mollycoddled her, like she was still a young child, and how she couldn't ever leave, without someone at her side. Of course, since her mother's death her father would become more protective, however she felt overwhelmed by his overprotective nature, almost resentful of it. Sure enough, the previous night she was able to sneak out, with only Farasi, and get as far as Shamito, before stopping to rest.
To her dismay, she had put the trip off much too long, and was concerned she wouldn't make it on time. She pulled herself up, onto the back of her mare, as Farasi began trotting away from the town. It was late afternoon by this time, but at the very least, she could see, vaguely in the distance, was her destination. She tugged on the reins, queuing the horse to hasten, as it bound forward at incredible speed. She stopped at the stone bridge, looking across it, the end not visible. Her face turned to the sky, as the outline of the moon became evident in the ever darkening skies above.
The horse continued forth, she was sure now she could make it. As the neared the bridges end, she dismounted the mare, and held onto its reins, directing it into the village. She looked around her curiously, "Um, excuse me, sir?" she asked in a beautiful voice, almost like each word she spoke were a note in a melody, spoken in precise harmony, upon noticing a monk walk past.
He was younger, but not too much younger, for grey was quite evident in his hair, and wrinkles were forming upon his brow. He glanced over at her, upon her beckoning, "Hm, yes madam?" he asked, seeming a little out of it as he glanced away and back to her. She assumed he was in a hurry to be somewhere.
"I got this letter," she showed it to him, "Can you direct me where to go from here?"
"Oh!" his face lit, "Of course, just that way, into that inn there, where the rest of the chosen ones have been waiting! My apologies, ma'am, but I must be on my way..."
She nodded, tugging the reins, as she turned away, "Thanks you very much, sir!" and she moved in direction of the inn. She tied Farasi up outside, as she moved closer to the door, pushing it open gently, so not to attract too much attention to herself. She paused in the doorway, looking over the others in the room.