Anjerika

The gentle clinking of glass lanterns is the first sign Anjerika is nearby. They arrived at The Dojo with the solemn ambition of becoming a mysterious wanderer, a keeper of silent wisdom. For weeks, they practiced a perfect poker face in the reflection of the frozen lake, a mask of serene indifference. This noble effort, however, was constantly sabotaged by their own eyes, which would light up with unabashed glee at the sight of a well-steamed bun, a clumsy sparrow, or a particularly intricate knot. Their guiding lanterns, meant to illuminate paths for others, mostly served to help Anjerika find their way back from the pantry. The trainees have learned to accept Anjerika’s unreadable expression and simply watch their eyes to know if the day’s soup is any good.