Cedar Sweep the light of the eyelid

This meant they were longstanding members of that area. It had been quite some time since the wayfaring sage had happened upon members of his own kind who had lived in an area so thriving with life - of all kinds. It thrilled him to think that they were doing well, and had been doing well for long enough for several families to call those landscapes home. 

A soft smile curled the edges of his dark lips. His ashen frame closed some of the remaining distance between their two frames. Ginko lowered his head toward the earth with a gentleness, a care. "Mushi are life in it's purest form," he spoke, his smoky voice taking a reverential tone. Drawing his crown upward, the ghostly beast locked his jade gaze with the woman across from him. Warmth radiated from his frame. "Those who dedicate themselves to the study and understanding of mushi are mushi masters."