(Expecting)
Dong-Ha had left his tent early, earlier than he really should have, considering his promise to Tomoe. Figuring he had time to kill and some thinking to do, the young Unicorn made his way to the shrine, or what remained of it. He had waded through the camp and while he had managed to avoid the largest of puddles, the hem of his robes was damp with mud. Dong-ha hoped that Tomoe would not mind.
Sighing, the young mystic stopped by what remained of the torii and leaned against the old stone, trying to recall some of his first lessons.