Nikui sits on a engawa, head tilted up at the cloudy sky. The wind picking up causes her long black ponytail to sway beautifully. The expression she wears.. almost wistful in a way as she gazes a bit fondly up at the brewing storm.

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She sits straight, realizing the lingering presence amongst the courtyard. The Hashira places her hands on her knees, turning her head to them and tilting it with a questionable hum.