:Sano?: Megumi, hovering at the edge of his mind. :What’s wrong?:
Besides everything? Sano picked up his feet, heading for the dojo on his way to Companion’s Field. :I need to talk to Rolan.:
:And here I thought you were going to keep pestering Kenshin until it was too dark to see a white cat underfoot.: Her tone was teasing, but he could feel the worry under it.
:No, Fox-lady. I’m not pestering Kenshin any more today.: Not when he had a kid to pepper with questions, and then a Queen’s Own Companion to yell at.
Kenshin’s hanyou, Sano thought grimly. Hanyou look like Changechildren.
And if anybody’s warned the Heralds, I haven’t heard about it.
Gods, I hate politics!
Supply lists. Troop movements. Spy reports from half a dozen sources, everything from far-ranging Heralds to traders to King Tremane’s own people keeping watch on Hardorn’s border with the Empire.
Kerowyn stared at her paperwork, and firmly squashed a desire to throw lit candles at the whole mess. Join the Mercenaries’ Guild. Find honor, blood, and glory. Ha.
:What, you didn’t get enough of all three?: Sayvel snickered from Companion’s Field. :You’ve got a visitor.:
A four-footed one, from that tone. Perfect excuse to go outside. Freedom!
Freedom that came with an angry, scarred Companion attached, pawing back grass as if it’d jumped up and tried to strangle him for eating it. “Sano?”
The Companion looked at her. Snorted, and turned his attention back to the bared spot of soil. Scraped a few more lines with a casual hoof. Stared at her.
And, with one annoyed swish of a ragged white tail, stalked away.
What the heck? Kerowyn frowned at departing silver hooves, shook her head as she looked to see how much damage the Palace gardeners were going to have to put right-
“Letters,” the swordswoman muttered, stalking around to view them as Sano had. Yamato letters; which weren’t exactly letters as Valdemar knew them, more like symbols for syllables. Hiragana, she thought Eldan called them. :Got a minute? Someone just scuffed me a puzzle.: