Lake Rodney A journey (a decision)

the starsea? a curious word again. this one brings to her mind the sight of the hillside on a warm spring night, with all the stars exposed. the smile she holds is not so bright now, remembering the home that is no more, but she says nothing to dissuade him from speaking further.

the name he gives her in return is sweet; she blushes, averts those eyes he has found so endearing, suddenly bashful. rivergaze. they could play this game for hours — exchanging names like this, transposing between language barriers — if not for his next question.

ah, i could build you a dochujin for the way, she says softly, jesting.

if you are to journey within the valley, you will not see it. due-north of it is a forest, which looks to be at least two days travel away. at least that was her estimation. satsu had not yet explored the blackwood. if you follow your current path east as far as the mountains, you are close. beyond the mountains is too far.

it felt like she was giving a riddle. satsu draws a breath, thoughtful, feeling foolish also.
if you like, we can... plan to meet somewhere. or if you think you are close, call for me. i can send a runner to meet you and lead you back? imagining crowfeather meeting jawahir made her suddenly quiet.