Bearclaw Valley kashikoi kawa

@Ancelin

It seemed the travelers who had entered the valley weren’t travelers at all. Keiko had discovered the sojourners had begun to mark the entrance of the valley, much to the Miko’s dismay. She believed this was a place no mortal could claim because it was the Kami’s garden.

How could she make them understand? Her usually clear mind became clouded with insecurity and she felt woefully unprepared to act as a diplomat. After all, those sorts of things weren’t handled by the temple members at all! Rather, the ruling house would protect the sanctity of any Eden.

Keiko sat by the mountain stream where she worked strips of pale birch bark into geometric tassels, mind lost in a river of thought.