A wind out of season blew in to the Dojo. First it bowed at the gates blowing northwards, then offered a cordial but callous and cold formal greeting to its counterpart from the west, offered a heartfelt and terrified courtly bow and kiss on the north wind’s queen’s ring, and at last blew in from the east, for that is the direction of beginnings. It ruffled through the town, warm and wild, smelling of grass growing, of cherry blossoms, budding flowers, fresh rain and trees being woken up from their night’s sleep and putting on their clothes. It rumbled a little bit, and flash-stepped up to the gates of the Dojo like a soft bit of storm before it decided to put on its face and introduce its student. The wind blew together into a tall, fair man with blond hair and emerald eyes, wearing a green suit and pants over a storm-black-blue vest, with a young leaf pinned on his breast with an acorn pin that was just beginning to crack open. He smiled, and his eyes smiled too while he pulled a silver oaken, or maybe actual silver, or perhaps something far rarer and more interesting out of nowhere and set it before him as he walked in. Trailing after him, somewhere between a doe following its mother and a lioness awaiting the commands of her maned king, was a young, slight woman. She was small and thin, almost sickly, leaning on a greenwood hawthorn staff wrapped in vines. Her hair was a fiery true red, the color of a dawn that sailors quake at. Her eyes were eerily close to the man’s, with only a touch of hazel separating them. She was clad in a red dress that matched her hair, and a green trench coat over it that looked as though it had been set upon, repeatedly, by a madman obsessed with creating pockets, for they covered every inch of the thing, exterior and interior, each one with something in it, and all sealed with an acorn button. The man said something to the woman, and one went one way, and the other went the other. [spoiler]Character intro. Specify in a spoiler who you want to talk to. [/spoiler]