Cedar Sweep 失われた

there was so much authority in that voice. strange coming from him. the tip of her tail twitched with annoyance. he had no right to act like some king and talk down to her in such a manner. she ought to rip that tongue out.

he went on asking her questions about the woods. something akin to sadness darkened her gaze. survival had put that painful memory on the back burner, so when she was reminded of her family, it affected her more than she’d like to admit. that made her angry. first he spoke to her like she was his pawn, then he poked a hole into her. bad decision.

she tipped her chin up slightly and glared at him. her flash of grief was now replaced with raging fire. “ishaku is dead.” her voice was cold, emotionless. she hoped those words hurt enough to distract her from her own pain. “barbarians tore the family apart. the woods is no more.”

“i’m here because my daughter and apprentice are missing. jōnetsu and kyōso. and i wanted to know if you or your rag tags have seen them.”