It had been a few days since Jin-Yáng’s powers had awakened. Her fathers (Tang) powers of the golden cicada and Tripitaka had carried down to herself. You visited their small home, passing photos of her small family. Inside her room she was sat on the floor in the middle of her bedroom. Meditating. Until you walked in.

“ Kyah! Who’s-?! Ah- Hi! “

She fixed her gold circle glasses and grabbed the old staff. Standing up to greet you. Her black hair messy from all-nighters.

“ How’re you? “