Kawauso's hand comes up near the arrow, so gently that even the air it displaces doesn't unbalance the arrow. Pointing, she says, "to keep the weight even, not have any pull to one side or another, you'd want a note wrapped around the shaft itself. But if you do that, anything, including just the ai...

Kawauso shakes her head, though with a kind smile across her face. "I don't... Saru-san, I don't believe I understand what you're saying enough to call it weird." She chuckles politely. "Perhaps in the vaguest way I understand, just from those exceptionally aware moments when you can feel what your ...

Kawauso's hand comes to her face as she stares intently at the container again. "It certainly... It will depend on the weight of arrow. The weight of the container is negligible, but having it tied to an arrow could throw off the flight of the arrow--additional drag, possibly redistributing weight i...

Kawauso smiles indulgently at Sasori. "Well, your pillow can't lay like this all night, pretty cat." Her long fingers run gently through the other woman's hair and she takes an uneven breath. "Um. If you want to stay... we could, adjust some things?" Kawauso's eyes make clear that she wants Sasori t...

Kawauso's embarrassment fades, though she looks a little incredulous at the question. "I mean, you spend enough time fighting river raiders... And yeah, you practice things to be ready. I mean, what kind of river guardian would I be if I wasn't ready to fight, whether I've got a spear to hand or not?"

Kawauso's eyes get large as Yatsufusa explains. His serenity is a touch unsettling for the young woman who knows nothing of shugenja.

"No attachments, no distractions," she repeats. Her expression is thoughtful, like she can see both advantages and disadvantages to that philosophy.

Kawauso makes a slightly pained face at mention of her sumai technique, and is still stuck there and misses the paddling reference. "It, um... It did not occur to me that sumai was, ah, so much more formal than the unarmed style of the river people," she says, still embarrassed. "And, uh, I'm sorry ...

"Ohhh, I see," the Lion says with a touch of wonder. "And still water tight, you said? So perhaps of use on a boat, to keep something both secure and dry..." Kawauso's tone of shows she's intrigued and trying to figure out how the item could best be used. "Bow strings," she blurts out a moment later...

"Hum. Otomo-san thinks himself a charmer, yet takes a dig at my paddling as 'less challenging,'" the Lion says, eyebrow raised. "Tell me more about sailing, and why you think a simple river girl would do well at it." She crosses her arms.

The Lions brow furrows as she stares at the object for a long time.

"Eeh, Misaki-san, I'm... I'm sorry," Kawauso says in frustration. "I don't understand this at all." There's a pout to the tall woman's voice, like she can't believe she's already at a loss.

Kawauso lets her hand continue as long as it seems to please the Scorpion. With the other hand she brushes some of the pretty red hair from in front of Sasori's eyes.

"If we are too comfortable after a tiring day," the Lion muses quietly, "we might fall asleep like this."

Kawauso's eyebrow arches. "Sailing the sea is far removed from the river, Otomo-san. I'll take a good paddle over a sail any day," she says with a small smirk.

Kawauso tilts her head as she looks at the Dragon. "What sort of abilities are those, if I may ask? So far we have mostly talked about Saru-san's wisdom... and his ability to make a simple river girl feel seen."

The Lion smiles warmly. "Attachment to what is personal and local... I understand that very much, Misaki-san. Especially when far from home, our connections to it are all the more special." Kawauso thinks of her sister for a moment, chuckling. "And, ah, especially special when they show up unexpecte...

The Lion turns to the Stag, appraising him with the eyes of a curious otter.

"I'm Akodo Kawauso, Otomo-san. River guardian and emissary of my father, Lord Akodo's master of the Great Western River." She gives a rather bemused smile. "Just what kind of endeavor are you the master of?"

"Sure, Kotsu-chan. That sounds fine." Kawauso looks rather like she's done with this conversation as she glances around the hall. "Let's just... make sure we're keeping safe. There's lots going on, important work we have to do here." The big sister seems slightly overwhelmed as she looks down at her...

Kawauso would normally have been at the river, but as the weather improved there began to be more people there. So, coupled with a need to feel better versed in what the empire had to offer, the tall Lion warrior made her way through the market district. She wandered from shop to shop with no partic...

With the element of surprise, Sasori easily topples the taller woman. Landing with the Scorpion on top of her, Kawauso's shock is immediately chased away by the lick. She's breathless for a moment, then quietly giggles as she looks at the "cat." "Well... I do enjoy making you purr," Kawauso says, he...

Kawauso generally nods in agreement, though her face is still pensive. At mention of other Lions, her face scrunches. "I'm not sure if the west is a priority for most in my clan. But I can speak to Makime-sama. Like with her mother, words like 'trade' have more impact than seems to make sense." She ...

The Lion observes carefully. She knows this is just tea, but Misaki is purposeful and organized in her actions. Kawauso can sense impatience within herself, but she pushes it back, absorbing the counterpoint of steadiness that the Crane represents.