Lion Head Mesa gesuto o omukae

satsu nods.
it is much the same for me.
thinking now of what once was; then of the woodland where the saints had been, both very different from the home she hoped to build upon the mesa.
i come from... well, a large place. there were hills, forests, a lake, and one beautiful mountain. very different from this place. she did not mean to sound ungrateful for her home, but satsu did deeply miss the place of her birth.
hopefully she had not put a damper on the conversation.
i hope we both find joy here.