Otter Creek muramasa

when she turns, so does he, prepared to leave the woman be until something compels her to pursue a conversation.

perhaps their tumble should've created animosity. masa would've preferred it, as the woman's voice rings again.
there is a familiarity in the tongue of her name, one that masa couldn't help but perk in recognition towards.

minoru. he'd been honest with the herd people before, but now as his hands are soon to be stained; may he have a name that will wash away when it is all over.
you have a lovely name, and it was a pleasure to meet you, but i must go. the man begins to trudge forward, swallowing through the remaining dryness of his throat.

pls ignore him i would still like to continue the thread