Always time enough for tea.

[Akodo Keisuke]

OOC
The night before the final battle Keisuke sits down for one more chance to preform a tea ceremony.
Open to Kakita Tomoko
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Keisuke circled the setting once, his tactician's eye absorbing all of the details. The placement had to be precise, everything must be in its proper place so that no action seemed unnatural or forced. His aunt Ikoma Tsanuri had taught him how to do and the important calm effect it could have on the night before a battle. It was coming to it at last in the morning the armies of the Emperor Toturi would face the armies of the Emerald Champion Hachi.
But that was tomorrow.

This evening is what mattered, Keisuke made way over entrance, and slid into a kneeling down position. Now it was time to wait and see if any of his guest would be arriving. Only Kakita Tomoko had received a personal innovation. The rest where anonymous Keisuke did not want his presence to be a factor on wither or not the they would attend this tea ceremony. He gave one last look to the water to make sure it was boiling correctly.

[Kakita Tomoko]

The air was thick of tension in the night before a battle. preparations were made and Kakita Tomoko, tried to forget and ignore everything else, but the invitation made to her; an invitation made by the Lion's regent himself for a tea ceremony.

Even though she had been, til then, perfectly hosted by Lion Clan in the Toturi's encampment, it was hard to her not to feel an intruder, so, she tried to keep a low profile and to not be seen around. She tried to make her best to convince Lion that the real peril were not Hantei Naseru, but twisted mad sorcerers and tainted threats coming from Shadowlands, she had hope to have, at least, succeed in putting this thought in the regent's mind, as asked by her Lady. If not, she had failed.

Not that it was the best occasion to have such feelings, not when she had the opportunity to see him again... No, she could not think like this. he was a lord in need of some peace of mind before a great battle ahead. her heart was torn apart, expectantly waiting that, in the last minute, the rebels could give a chance for diplomacy, once again. Because... well, she couldn't even confess to herself why.

Then, she stepped in, a bit shyly, hands tucked into the sleeves, the little rattles in her haipins producing a signal of her arrival. A tea ceremony was meant to be a peaceful and pleasant time of reflection and beauty, and, depending on her, it would be perfect.