Two mikos sit at the table in the Nevermoor dojo. The red haired one fidgets as the other squints at a small piece of rice paper covered with marks. A pigeon rests in a cage nearby drinking and eating as if famished.
"It comes from Father and is in an old version of the clan code, one not taught to just anyone. Ah...what does this one mean, I forget."
I hear a voice screaming in the distance as I am being thrown to and fro. How odd, This should not be happening in a dream should it? The voice fades in the distance and the motion grows less violent as I watch the crabs in Babbage follow me as I walk through the town. I hear the bells pealing and see the glow of a fire as I wander, wander, wander. I come across a grave
* hunkered over the writing desk in Nevermoor *
It is with some concern that I write to both you and Yamada-sama Father dear. I fear that I have exceeded my ability and also allowed emotion to control me rather than the logic of the Temple and the clan.
* Private journal entry but feel free to comment *
I thought I better write down what occurred the past few days. I can use this entry as a benchmark to gauge myself as time passes and if, hopefully if, I do not become as Metier was.
The urchins leave the stone and the casket next to the dock crane. It will do the last bit of heavy lifting. I pay them off and away they scamper in all directions. It looks like they have another job. I wonder what it might be.