black sand, black heart

Before her time? The Shogun eyed her once more, noting the youthfulness in her frame and the naivety scrawled into her features, like words written on a page. Yes, Hattori supposed it would be, though he quickly found himself irked at the passage of time. That it was all moving so fast, like each day was in a race to overtake the last. Sometimes he found himself wishing it would all just slow down, give him a moment to think and process before the moment was lost. Till it all became late and irrelevant.

And yet there was talk of wolves leaving, fading into obscurity in a land unknown to most. Paired with the fact Raijin had not yet returned, her words spoke volumes, earning a slight frown as Hattori's brows furrowed in thought.

"Then may they keep wondering." Hattori concluded, as far as he was concerned the less they knew about Boreas the better. Her admission she was looking for a fresh start earned her a very lukewarm, disinterested response. Going through social formalities once again. "If that is true, Boreas is a good enough place for it." All things considered this land had served him well.