Views from the House of Dying Crane

The Trials and Tribulations of Yuika, Lady of Dying Crane.

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Location: Dying Crane, The Ninth Kingdom

The pain of facing my fears grows stronger. The memories which I have buried for so long, surface almost daily. My new friend, His Lordship Broken Rampart has been a source of enormous comfort yet still, I cannot confide my deepest secrets...

Year of the Boar, Thirteenth Month, Day 10.

 There was a break in the weather earlier today. The snow stopped for a while and I had Yoshida send soldiers out to look for the horse straight away. He was unimpressed but I told him again, that I had the utmost confidence in him. Airi looked shamefaced and apologised profusely but I would hear none of it. That horse must be found. 

They returned without the horse.

I am furious. I know it is not their fault they did not find it but I cannot have it wandering around out there with Airi's precious things. I am slightly less concerned about the letters now that I  know who has sent them but I still want them. Atsuko says I am being unreasonable, of course. I told her that I will go out myself and find the wretched creature if that is what it takes to get it back. She was unimpressed. Well, she has been unimpressed with me many, many times before I do not doubt that she will be again.

Airi did not know where to look and I did feel faintly guilty for putting her in the middle of it when I know she feels at fault but I know only too well how it feels to be thrown from a horse. I do not blame her. But that does not change the fact that I want that horse back.

Another group of soldiers will go out shortly. They will search in a different direction and I hope beyond hope that they find it.

Airi is still in pain although her bruises have started to recede. They are no longer quite as livid and the swelling has come down somewhat. I hope she will feel up to talking a short walk before long. We have been playing cards and she asked me to sing for her this morning. I did not really feel like it but I  managed to muster a few of her favourite songs before I pled fatigue. We talked of nothing consequential but being in her presence felt warm. I only wish I had the courage to ask her how she sees us... 

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