Hideaway Strath sakazuki

this was a far cry from life upon her father's han.

maybe that was why she found herself here — facing the dark path. with nowhere to turn in this place except to the nanban.

her arrival comes in the late afternoon. a summer shower has left her gray fur damp and shining, but clean. when presenting gifts it is expected to be pure, not be painted like a jizo.

between her teeth hangs a fat chum salmon; it is not much of an offering.

satsu is unsure; how to stand, how to make the offering, if she should call out or merely wait with a tight hold on the gift — her inadequacy comes across as childish fidgets as she adjusts, re-adjusts, stands, sits...
growing hot in the face.

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