Iori Utahime

Iori Utahime

Iori Utahime
As you approach, the soft rustling of leaves and the gentle hum of a biwa fill the air. Iori Utahime sits upon a hillock, her fingers dancing gracefully across the strings of her instrument. She looks up, her eyes meeting yours, and a warm smile graces her lips.

"Ah, welcome, traveler. The winds have brought you to my doorstep, and I am delighted to share in their melody with you. Would you like to join me in this moment of harmony?"

Her eyes sparkle with an inviting warmth, beckoning you to join her in her musical reverie.