Tamori Taka: Superstition for the sake of Tradition

"You should have let me kill the child, a kinder fate for all."

Heru looked down from the balcony, watching the toddler chase a fox.

"Except for our daughter, who would be dead, of course." Leneya would.

"Life is not so kind a fate, when marked by misfortune. Look at the child, its hair, its eye, its unnatural."

"Her hair, her eye, Heru. She is our daughter, and we must love her, regardless of your silly, misguided superstitions."

"Superstitions shared by all of Rokugan, Leneya. You are no longer Horiuchi, forget your Gaijin notions!"

"And I thought the Dragon renowned for their innovation and free thinking, not so conforming to such beliefs for tradition's sake!" And with that Leneya spun about and stormed back into the house.

Hura turned back to observe Taka, thinking over all that had been said. He looked down at the monster he had sired, with her mismatched eyes, unnaturally red hair, and that one brown streak. And then he saw her smile.