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Twiddlepop

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    An old woman stands by the mirrored surface of a pool, her lined face creased with worry in the silver reflection. Her hands are worn by countless days of work and worry.

    The wind rattles through the overhead trees, reminding the woman of her son.

    So strong... So... Fleeting.

    She closes her eyes as her mind travels back to her son in his bed, sick with the fevers of the earth. She pictures the sweat upon his brow, the clammy, pale texture of his skin. He is not in the right state to lead such a promising clan into the future.

    The old woman's clothes are whipped about her in the wind, and her face lifts to reveal wise old eyes of darkest brown, framed by silvery grey hair that is tied behind her.

    "I, Hua-Feng, am bound by hono' to protect legacy of my son." She murmurs, her wind dying down to a breeze. "I w'stand in as Daimyo of Fukuhara until he regain health."

    The old woman turns, striding away down the pier and into the forest, swiftly returning to aid her son, and to prepare herself for the responsibility that lies ahead.

    ((Hey everyone! Luke is taking a break, so I'll be standing in as acting Daimyo of the Fukuhara for a mere Two weeks. I hope everything will run smoothly!))

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