[She likes both, yes, and won't say anything about the carrots. Miyabi's deep in thought, planting herself on her rear as she watches the rice boil, though not really "watching" it.]

Deep within the consuming forest in Nippon, where my home is located, an iron gate has stood for as long as anyone can remember. No one knows who built it, how it got there, or what it's for. But stories say the gate is cursed by an evil, dark power, and those lured within the Spirit Gate are never heard from again.

[She breathes out a little shakily.] Mother Amaterasu and another of my tribe, Issun, went there chasing after a young girl who was kidnapped by two demons and taken through the gate. ...That was right before I came here.