Grey
Sunda Mizu Mura, Crab Provinces, year 1185
Midnight had long since passed in the Yasuki trading port of Sunda Mizu Mura. Its bustling population retreated from their public business until the sun's dawn. An estate at the edge of town easily followed through with this trend. Save for one of its inhabitants. Kuni Oharu quietly slipped on an evening yukata, securing a hasty obi around her waist before she made her departure. There were great pains taken to make for as stealthy of an exit possible, however the shuffling of tabi on the floor boards readily gave away that she was no expert at such a feat when she deliberately inched for the
Grey
Sunda Mizu Mura, Crab Provinces, year 1185
Midnight had long since passed in the Yasuki trading port of Sunda Mizu Mura. Its bustling population retreated from their public business until the sun's dawn. An estate at the edge of town easily followed through with this trend. Save for one of its inhabitants. Kuni Oharu quietly slipped on an evening yukata, securing a hasty obi around her waist before she made her departure. There were great pains taken to make for as stealthy of an exit possible, however the shuffling of tabi on the floor boards readily gave away that she was no expert at such a feat when she deliberately inched for the