Won't you Shake a Poor Sinner's Hand?

The rushing water was still running but a bit more sluggishly than normal.  The absurdly cold winter had frozen the edges of the rapid but the water was stubborn and refused to freeze up fully.  Underneath the fish could still be spotted here and there as they swam through.  The ground was a mixture of white and dirty white with yellow moist grass, struggling to live when thick snow clouds hid the sun from it.

Kotori was in the process of checking their bridge, making sure it hadn’t been damaged in his absence.  A bridge breaking over freezing cold temperatures wouldn’t be an enjoyable experience.  Kotori hadn’t expected to find any problems but this was the sort of thing you have done regularly and not leave to chance.

At the call of a wolf at his borders, Kotori dropped what he was doing and made his way to where he spotted the strangers.  Both would get a cursory glance and nod.  “I’m Kotori Fatalis, Sumatar of Valta.” The scent of Elysium was on them, explaining already that this should be allies before him and not someone wishing harm.

"Kotori Fatalis"