Waiting felt like an eternity to a woman with so little confidence, at least on the inside. Kaguya still held on to the will that her father had taught her to have, the strength to hold her ground and keep going as one of his lineage. So there the ghost waited, until a woman of ink and snow appeared on to the sandy beach. Her eyes were that of lilacs, beautiful and serene. Her voice held a commanding presence and yet a peaceful calmness. Her own gaze went slightly wide in surprise as she had seen this woman before.

Hello again, forgive my rudeness in not properly introducing myself before. Guess I have gotten lucky, not arriving here until after winter. If she only knew just how lucky she truly was. I am Kaguya Yomenimoakarui. Please forgive my rudeness. What do I call you? Kaguya watched her with curiosity and a small sense of caution, though decided that there was no present danger as of yet. So she did her best to try and relax.