[The Onmyoji? Oichi gently bowed her head in respect as well a means of proper greeting. The woman listened well unto what it was the other had to share of himself. The Onmyoji of her era were not of many, but known.]
...Oichi... Oda Nobunaga.... Is my brother....
[The Azai Clan sigil sat upon her chest, but in truth because of how traumatic the reality of that meant. It was impossible for her to understand what clan or family she had belonged to. Announcing herself properly were a feat she was incapable of bearing. As such, her head lulls about. Her fingers resting against his hand. ]
1 fear ( in a good way )
...Oichi... Oda Nobunaga.... Is my brother....
[The Azai Clan sigil sat upon her chest, but in truth because of how traumatic the reality of that meant. It was impossible for her to understand what clan or family she had belonged to. Announcing herself properly were a feat she was incapable of bearing. As such, her head lulls about. Her fingers resting against his hand. ]
.... Ichi will follow the Priest.... Yes...