Meadowlark Prairie ojirojika

everywhere? nowhere?
he sounded more like a ghost the longer he spoke.

his name was odd, though no more odd than the few satsu had learned during her time in this place.
a.. bard? what is bard? she queried before she could help herself; it was not a word satsu knew, and anyway, she hoped that having him speak of himself would ease away the embarrassment she continued to feel.