He continues to puff on his pipe as She walks away. Smoke floats into the air, forming patterns each distinct and beautiful. There is a since of excitement coursing through him, and so many questions.
There, when he was a child, he would dream of a place: A bright, glowing field of flowers, glistening with color, and speckling in the sunlight. A sense of calm. A sense of magic in the evening, as the Moon lit the floor, and the fireflies flickered. A place different. Where he was not alone. Where the woods were calmer. Less Barbaric. Sure, his home was a special place to him. Each bend of the wilderness was familiar. But each night, he would fall asleep, and awake to a world more vibrant. There were others. It felt close.
This grove. Could it be the place. "I must travel there" He said to himself. "what an honor"
Ki is order, Ki is Chaos, and the tunnel of calm, windless peace that stands between the two. And on this day, Ki brought him closer to his destiny of Green, of Sunlight, of Calm, and occasionally, the turbunlence of a winter wind.
He took another puff and looked into the sunlight. As the smoke rose above him, the suns image became more clear,,, it's circular shape defining itself.
"Brother sun, I thank you for this day, for this meeting. May I defend in your Honor, and in the honor of Ki"