The day was winding to a close as Go-Shirakawa Teishi tended her family's small sweet shop. Her parents had left earlier in the day on some business, and had yet to return, but the sun was setting outside and the time for closing was at hand. Before the small Bakeneko could make her way to the door, however, a tall, lithe figure stepped through it. The last customer of the day, perhaps. Upon closer inspection, the stranger was a woman of middling age dressed in the traditional accouterments of a shrine maiden. Her robes flowed loosely about her, cinched properly in the correct places with a care and precision that was easily evident, and her long, black hair fell about her shoulders in rigid straight lines. What caught Teishi's attention the most, however, were the woman's eyes. Though they were wide and dark, otherwise unremarkable, there was an edge, a hardness to them that seemed at odds with the rest of her appearance. These hard eyes now fell upon Teishi, still halfway to the door, and the woman stopped, seeming to judge the small other with her head cocked slightly to one side. "Go-Shirakawa Teishi." she stated. It was not a question, but the woman still seemed to be waiting for some kind of response.