Nimbus Summit the debts of ukiyo

it is surprising that the daimyo would hold such knowledge, she thinks. these details were the realm of the common-folk. they were the ones to hunt for large game and then prepare it, or so it was within the han.

the way of the tiger is strange to satsu. she takes her segment and moves out of his path only to watch as he carves the carcass himself, peeling away meat with the finesse of an artisan.

although her expression remains empty her mind begins to buzz.

gomen. her chin is partially tucked against her throat, feeling familiar shame for a moment; she has made a fool of herself before the lord.

it was never my place to... prepare meals, kyn-dono. as if this needed to be stated! he could see the red that wrapped around her throat.

just as well — this deer could feed many, and kynareth would likely find greater use for it than she, with her sensitivities. she grasps her remaining piece and works to carefully eat as much as she can, leaving only a line of gristle and dredge of skin.