Cedar Sweep the light of the eyelid

There were many who shared a similar understanding. Wraen was not alone in her thoughts. The concept alone was something that may have seemed familiar to her. He had hoped that the way he had picked his words would allow for some comfort when treading in unfamiliar water. Ginko knew well enough that the details were vastly complicated things that could startle or confuse the kind woman. Time would allow him plenty of chance to teach to those who wished to learn.
 
“I hail from a land far from here – I have traveled for more than a year before reaching this point in my journey. These lands are incredible,” the sage answered her with a sweeping gesture of his muzzle toward the trees in their area. Ginko could not help but to feel a surge of pleasure at the prospect of someone who wished to learn more about his studies.
 
“I would not be opposed to telling you more of mushi. To answer your question, there are very few mushi masters in the world. We are a dying breed.”