Lion Head Mesa gold drenched

He was an odd thing indeed. Wiry. His coat sparse, which was saying something given Satsu's own prevalent summer coat. Long, everywhere. Akashingo drew such varied beasts together.

No, I should apologize. I saw you there and - ah, did not wish to intrude. She felt her cheeks grow warm. He held the affect of one of the mountain priests from her home; there within her father's han, the holy men would walk the steep paths.

Do you... believe as my husband does? Satsu would be careful with her questions out of respect, and clearly held a curiosity about herself.