Lake Rodney 瓼

suyin lingers a little ways from the others, eyes scanning the lake, but seeing past it. the water ripples—soft, aimless, the kind of peace that unsettles her more than noise ever could. she says nothing.

this band of travelers, patched together by circumstance and war-worn grudges, wasn’t her plan. but plans bend, and she’s nothing if not adaptable. for now, they are useful—strong backs, sharp weapons, people with names that open gates she cannot yet.

she watches ryūjirō set down his pack like he’s shedding the weight he’ll never speak of. the others move around him in careful orbit.

eventually, she moves too. not toward him, but the woman, @Kaede. the one who spoke even less than their oh-so brave and wonderful leader, if such a thing were possible. in truth, she hadn't heard her speak at all.

a warm and polite smile traces her lips, "so, what's your name?"