Wild Berry Meadow manuke

a small shadow split from the line of darkness the trees provided. she was a peculiar specimen; so lanky and small. those rich lavender of her eyes added to her strange appearance. her form resembled her minarai, only more unnerving.

kuma was perplexed by the girl’s silence, even more so when she reached out to her. the woman stood up and took a few steps back. “i don’t know you, shōjo. i’d suggest you keep your distance,” she warned. it had been a long time since she had spoken in the common tongue. the words sounded strange coming out.