Lion Head Mesa Dangerous objects

the one-eyed man spoke of crowfeather.
perhaps in sending him among the ursus wolves he could be further utilized, made to feel valuable. satsu would give it some thought. it would also bring akashingo closer to the nanban and his people which could be a positive shift, as well. unless the wolves of ursus were truly more like the saints; satsu was conflicted in the moment, though her expression did not change.
yes, i hope to be of use somehow. i cannot expect the people of akashingo to fight for this land, or for their masters, without somehow proving myself to them.
this was perhaps the wrong sentiment to share, but satsu did not know. she had not yet been crowned queen. her knowledge of how to act came chiefly from pharaoh at this point; she was a watered-down version of his gregariousness.
glancing to the dark woman beside merrick now, she saw the bundle of plants which had been arranged together, alighting upon the berries, and noticing the subtle stains to the woman's coat, likely from her harvesting.
a teacher? what is your name, miss kyōshi?