Like a falling star descending toward him the spectre moved. Her approach inspired the same transfixion faintly wreathed in fear that a meteorite would. Souji’s people were markedly superstitious and respect for supernatural forces was embossed upon his mind. Although she appeared in a guise other than he had encountered in tales and woodcuts there was little question as to the nature of this luminous being. Only a tennyo, a celestial maiden, would appear in such glory and speak a rippling brook to his very mind.
When Arwen touched beneath the casing of his skull a sensation like the cool surge of ocean surf washed from epidermis to marrow. Despite the recent conflict with a denizen of darkness he was not prepared for an entity such as this to pay him comment. Souji sank into the appropriate prostration, hands pressed to the irreverent grass and his brow resting atop them. The veil of thigh-length hair spread like night’s darkness to mask his trembling. Though he was bare as a newborn before such a creature he did not attempt to shield his soul. To do so would be an affront of reprehensible proportions. Only the benevolence of light and a kindness all crude men dreamt of receiving from the immortals radiated from her; he should not fear such a deity.
In order to answer audibly Souji was forced to lift his head a few inches. Arwen’s gentle handling of Saizo reassured him enough to make eye contact. He had never seen a person with blue eyes before. It was rather akin to staring into the depthless sky in late spring. "You must be a tennyo, Deity Evenstar. " Then, realizing he had failed to answer her question, the young ronin hastily added, “I am Okita Souji, Deity, humbly in your care. Please look on me kindly!” Again he sank to the lowest possible angle.