Meadowlark Prairie ojirojika

shame radiated from her in waves. the heat of embarrassment burned in her cheeks. she wanted to withdraw like a snail within a shell, curl up and forget that this entire moment had transpired.
even with the stranger doing his best to assuage her immensity of feeling, satsu could not let it go so readily
i, i ki o tsukete -- she shakes her head.

as he began to shake out his coat, satsu took a breath. she still looked to the dirt at his feet.
i have many apologies, she hastened to say, gomenesai, but he seemed unharmed and unbothered.
evidently the only thing that had been wounded with this event had been satsu's own pride.

when she finally did lift her gaze to him, she almost gasped; he looked just like crowfeather and the similarities shocked her out of the awkward stammering. i come from akashingo, the -- the mesa, nearby.