Hideaway Strath Set the stage

the call of the cicadas had not diminished within the strath, much to her pleasure.
as night fell satsu had wondered if the familiar song would die out, but it seemed as though the wilderness welcomed them. they had charmed her before her introduction to the saints — and she was glad that they lingered.

it felt like the spirits of her family remained with her, so long as they sang.

within this new han was satsu's redemption; or so she hoped.

sleep would not come to her efforts, and so she roamed her new home. perhaps learning of this place and its people would ease her mind, or tire her body.

when satsu came upon the clearing she thought she was alone. there had been a dragging sound to entice her towards an investigation, however, as she crossed from shadow to exposed grass, the sound ceased. she had thought her hunt had failed; the sight of the monolithic creature ahead caused her to hesitate.

were all the nanben of this place so large? the daimyo came to mind, and then the pale woman (nyra); but this stranger was different from each—colored red, which caught the starlight.