[ @warfate ]
Soft sniffling could be heard from inside of the stables. Mitama had just overheard a conversation that she was absolutely not meant to hear. Saizo had been telling Kagero about the time that her father, Azama, had almost left her to fend for herself against a possessed army. She was battling her emotions while sitting, curled up, hugging her knees to her chest, behind one of the large piles of hay in the stables. Her face was tear-stained, as well as her skirt, where the tears had been Falling.
She did not know whether she should confront her father about this, because she wanted to believe that what she had heard was not true, even though it most likely was. She wiped a few more tears from her eyes before burying her face into her knees.
