Hideaway Strath hokiichi

a shortlist of names flit through her mind;
the stranger here was new to her.

it was not nyra, though they boasted a similar physique.
it was not ramesses, with his prideful bearing and ominous eyes.

this man held kindness in his tone. perhaps that was what shocked satsu the most.
i am ushiyo satsu, ah, the slightest of blushes.
you surprise me. i am not used to an audience.
though she did wonder. . .
what could a wajo be doing here, among the war-hungry?