[ Baiken was a hard to miss, even in the dim light of the evening. Even if she lacked such vibrant hair, her features made her impossible to not pick out. Scars, facial tattoo, and the pipe situated in her lips, with sweet smelling smoke slowly drifting into the cold air...
She turned to Anri, giving a small nod, but otherwise saying nothing, just gesturing for her to follow as Baiken pushed herself away from the tree she'd been leaning against, wandering deeper into the wood... ]
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She turned to Anri, giving a small nod, but otherwise saying nothing, just gesturing for her to follow as Baiken pushed herself away from the tree she'd been leaning against, wandering deeper into the wood... ]