Post by Takezo on Mar 3, 2011 23:00:22 GMT -5
As Winter's grip on the land subsides and the rich earth around Kyuden Tonbo thaws, a small party of mounted Dragon descend from the direction of Shiro Kitsuki. Four in number, all wear the Mirumoto mon, and one among them, tall and with a striking presence, is clearly their commander.
As the horses canter along, their shod hooves churning the newly thawed ground into cold mud, the tall figure pulls ahead of the others as Kyuden Tombo looms into view, peering with satisfaction at the scenes of restoration - bamboo scaffolding about the walls, the temporary town to house workers busy with afternoon life, a caravan just arriving with more supplies.
The others rejoin him and they ride at a gallop towards the gate, the taller man stopping just short of the guards. His face - tanned, weathered and scarred and framing deepset eyes of intense black - is starkly contrasted by the rich beauty of his armor and swords.
"I am Mirumoto Takezo, and I would speak with Tonbo Takeshi-dono, if he is available?"
As the horses canter along, their shod hooves churning the newly thawed ground into cold mud, the tall figure pulls ahead of the others as Kyuden Tombo looms into view, peering with satisfaction at the scenes of restoration - bamboo scaffolding about the walls, the temporary town to house workers busy with afternoon life, a caravan just arriving with more supplies.
The others rejoin him and they ride at a gallop towards the gate, the taller man stopping just short of the guards. His face - tanned, weathered and scarred and framing deepset eyes of intense black - is starkly contrasted by the rich beauty of his armor and swords.
"I am Mirumoto Takezo, and I would speak with Tonbo Takeshi-dono, if he is available?"