Swiftcurrent Creek tsu

arric; akavir; eshe; viiinturuth —
emiya tried to recite the names as they popped up, over and over, in her head. they became a mantra. they blended together so thoroughly that she would not in fact remember them properly, separate, but as one string of sounds.
at least she was given a tour! that was something. she kept silent as arric showed her the way, and eventually she would be shown to a place to sleep and make her own. the novelty of being accepted would not wear off for many weeks.