Hideaway Strath hokiichi

ah, he did not understand.
no, no, not a god.
would kyn-dono dare to call himself a god? he seemed the type.
the lord of the land. kynareth lords within the strathwood, as the daimyo.
but it did not matter much what they called him.

the offer to witness a dance has satsu's bashfulness flaring yet again; though she cannot refuse, as it would not be proper. better to accept the opportunity and perhaps learn of vein's gods, which might very well be the same as kynareth's; should such a barbaric creature hold value in such things, at any rate.

—but yes, i... i would like that. smiling thinly, satsu watches the white giant.