Northstar Vale i used to be gossamer and silk

tzenno does not mean to be quite so brusque; yet, it happens, with or without intention. thoughts of zhànshì shāngōu dredge up with it uncongenial feelings that leave a metallic taste in his mouth and a deep sense of both inadequateness and nonfeasance ...regardless of how correct these crushing stirrings may be. tentative, tzenno approaches the switch of topic to the empire itself and how it is all that matters, a swell of relief rushing over him like hightide. collision speaks in high favor of the empress, reiko and tzenno takes this is a good sign. i was accepted by her counterpart, takeshi. tzenno admits, teeth grazing against his tongue for a moment. i have yet to meet her. takeshi had not filled him in on the terms of her indispose so tzenno remains unwillingly ignorant of her balancing act with leadership and motherhood.

i'd ...like that. tzenno responds to the offer of training and patrolling together. he hasn't had a spar or patrol partner since narashi and that, too, was largely his own fault. if tzenno is hesitant on the immediate acceptance of the offer it is only because narashi's murder is still a fresh stain upon his honor and there exists the paranoia that despite the distance between him and his lordfather that misfortune will follow him here.