Hideaway Strath kabukimono

try as she might, satsu cannot purge the blushing notes from her coat. they remind her of the games her brothers used to play in the snow; draw the longest line being common, or write your kanji, sign your name!
such things were crude reminders of what had been lost. moments she had not appreciated.

someone else moved among the trees but by now satsu was accustomed to being around others. she did not look up immediately. a part of her is afraid of seeing the wardog from the night of her arrival; or kyn-dono.
when the figure stops nearby she finally gathers her wits, and looks.
it is the pale man from the watershed. he moves unbothered by the pollen, watching her.

satsu wonders if he owns this space; perhaps she disturbs him, and so, nods with an apology in her eyes as they avert.