Shinjo Hanashi was one to wake up before the sun most days, for a teller of tales had one very important duty. Outside of his yurt a campfire was set, coals smoldering low. A number of young unicorn sat around the fire, paying close attention.
Telling those tales to the children who needed to listen. And sure, it meant the children were out from underfoot early in the morning when most of his clan wanted to go out riding before the rest of their duties would take over. And certainly, the children wanted to be doing that too. But so far his time at Dark Edge Village was going well. A smattering of kids, about seven, old enough to listen to a few sentences in a row as long as the one-eyed Hanashi included sound effects and hand motions, paid rapt attention as Hanashi regaled them with the tale of the founding of the Empire.
It seemed like the most apt one, seeing as the kids would be seeing members of the other clans; normally he'd wait to teach older kids the story. Hopefully he'd get to hear the other clans talk a bit in the coming days...he very much wanted to have an accurate accent for the different Kami.