Heron Lake Plateau to walk a path of slaughter

she supposed that was true.

dancing was as close to her brothers as she could be. perhaps now that they were gone she could assume the mantle of their birthright and lend her dancer's precision to war with the world; she had a vendetta, it would have suited her to see it through.

but she mourned, and as she was taught, the righteous path would burn her spirit. she could not take it and further damn her father's line.

the man spoke again. he held a loss of his own, though it paled in comparison. satsu's sharp features pinched as she frowned, unsure of what was expected of her here; she did not know this man and found his announcement peculiar.
—she is no longer my sister.
she... wronged you? an easy presumption to make, while satsu decided what to make of him.