Noriaki, in my haste to finish our lesson last night (and I do apologize for how swiftly it came to a close, I had a meeting with my fellow brothers and our lord) I forgot to mention how much you have improved, both in your stances and in your growth as a woman. You are still young, you have youth on your side, and as you undergo your unfortunate role as mistress, you must be akin to a lone flower in a wilted field. Were you not in such a position, I know you would be the prize of your village, the prize of any city, of all villages. I am almost regretting teaching you our ways, for a woman of your stature would not find happiness on the field of battle. Of course, I do not presume to know what makes you happy, Noriaki, but judging by the way you smile as I correct your hands on the hilt of the sword, the way you beam at me when I compliment your ability, perhaps your happiness can be found there, in the midst of combat. Happiness is such a rare thing among us, so it warms me to see you finding something to cling to, something to make yourself happy, to remain optimistic in spite of your circumstances. If you will permit me to offer you more advice: do what brings you happiness, and never let anything take your happiness away. If you are happy composing your poems (and your latest one was your finest work, and that is high praise - all of your poems are mesmerizing), then by all means pursue that. If you are happy following the way of the samurai, so be it. Either way, it makes me happy knowing that I am contributing to your happiness. Ours is a friendship that comes around as often as the moon blocking the sun, and just as blinding. Do you remember that, Noriaki? It is a line from one of your poems. It stuck with me. It makes me happy. - Mifune
Upon hearing her muse call her by her new moniker, Noriaki folded the letter and placed it into the pouch on her waist. Noriaki stood from her bench and turned, lifting her head to the source of the voice, her muse, Ariiko. Peering up towards her caused Noriaki to smile, the previous look of sadness in her expression gone in an instant. Noriaki waved up towards Ariiko before cupping her hands around her mouth.
"My muse, from down here you look every bit like the divine being I thought you were upon our first meeting. If you were to fall from such a height, I would catch you, or else I would use my body to cushion your fall. I would join you up there, but to do so would diminish your gift for standing tall, for ascending to heights meant for no mere mortal such as I. But as I have your attention, I thought it best to inform you that I am constructing a poem dedicated to you, to our meeting, and it would do me no greater honor than to have you read it once it is put into words. But tell me, my beloved muse, how fare you since last we spoke? Well, I hope."
Noriaki dropped her hands back to her sides, placing one on her waist. It was probably pointless to shout, or even to pantomime shouting, but Noriaki didn't mind if others heard. It was as close as she could come to shouting from the rooftops.