Kiyoko was taking some time to herself for the day. Her world had been a flurry of activity since returning to her homeland and she had barely had time to appreciate it. Since it had been so many years since she had walked these lands, and the time that she had spent here had been when she was a child, she thought it prudent to familiarize herself with the whole of the country as best she could. Now that she had more responsibility to ensure its safety. The Land of Iron was a remarkably beautiful place, temperate forests lining tall mountains, lush valleys and streams, all usually covered with a blanket of snow. She was still readjusting to the cold since her trip from the desert and knew she would be better off if she would just invest in warmer clothing. As it was her thin cloak did little to warm her, and her clothing - which she had ad hoc created to withstand the warmth of the Land of Wind - did little to add to her overall comfort. She would shiver as she walked, the elaborate straps and bandages of her outfit providing little resistance to the cold bite of the wind. She knew that if she just continued to walk at a good pace she would warm up soon enough, but the time it took to get to that point was less than ideal.
She had slipped out of the village quietly before dawn, not wishing to have her intended travels interrupted, and headed out towards the great chasm. She hadn’t seen it yet herself, only heard of it from her mother and father when she was small and was interested to see if it lived up to the tales she’d heard. She brought her katana as usual, always prepared for conflict, though she truly hoped there wouldn’t be any today. She was looking forward to a quiet and uneventful hike through the mountains. Despite her hopes though, her bright blue eyes would constantly scan the horizon, wary of anyone wishing to dispute the rebuilding of their lands. As she made her way through the snow and trees she noticed a path melted into the snow, by feet quite possibly on fire. Looking around she saw no other signs of distress, no broken branches or signs of a struggle, so she doubted that whoever it was that may or may not be on fire was in any sort of distress. WIth that thought her eyes would narrow and she would quicken her pace, she only knew of one person that could perform such a feat as yet, and she didn’t think he would be out here so early in the morning. Tying her long dark hair back hurriedly she would continue following the trail she’d found, eyes to the ground, only occasionally looking up to scan around her.
It was evident when she came upon the chasm, she would pause her steps and take in the impressive view. The sun just rising, it’s light casting an orange hue on everything it touched, morning mist swirling around between the cliff faces of the chasm itself giving the illusion of a bottomless sea of orange-tinted mist. Kiyoko found it, like nearly everything else in her homeland, breathtaking. Standing a ways off from her she saw a white haired man, arms folded into his sleeves, white hair reflecting the same orange hues of sunrise found on everything else around her. She also noticed the trail she had been following leading neatly up to where he stood, clearly armed with an Odachi. Her first instinct was to bark at the man and demand to know who he was and why he was here. But she had been attempting to be more socially aware as of late and decided against a rough introduction. Moving up so that she would be in at least his peripheral vision, she would bow and greet him. “Good morning. Beautiful. . . uh, weather?” She would falter part way through her sentence, still not entirely comfortable with social niceties.