"Indeed we do," Satori said in response to Suwako.”As long as you will permit it, I will see to the arrangements.” With that, Satori thought, negotiations should be plenty finished. Satori had wanted to ask for reparations and such, but she knew that now would be an inappropriate time. She would have to reconvene for that at some point in the future.
Discomfort… Satori also felt it, this head-splitting pain that emerged from deep within her mind that resonated with Suwako’s pain, as if they had a shared experience long before… It distracted her so. D-did the maid slip something into Suwako’s drink? That much was a possibility. After all, many were conditioned to think of the Moriya Shrine as an enemy.
Even then, maybe it was deeper than that. Something that begged to be addressed, something that her mind remembered but she didn’t remember remembering… Minds, after all, were like two magnets to those belonging to the Satori race, with polarities shifting between the two back and forth throughout the encounter. If the two had previous encounter that Satori didn’t remember…
“Shinnano…” Satori tried to remember, shifting her mind’s attention to her memories a bit… “Well, there is always my son,” she said quietly, “who went to war against Takeda Shingen, who held onto the province for a long time.” She went even deeper, into her memories… to a place where-
A cold lake…. Satori remembered a lake, when she clung onto a man running across the frozen lake, somehow only making cracks on the surface, hurried steps away from a… shrine…? The snowfall was heavy and slowed him down… the man’s face, she could not remember. She was busy looking behind them. A sharp sound. Arrows, horses… pandemonium… Stay right here, okay? Daddy will be back… A reassuring voice and yet… in the background, Suwa Taisha. She remembered both her and her father’s frantic gazes back at the shrine as they ran, but she didn’t know why.
“Mm, it’d be better if we talked in private, after all,” Satori said as she got up, gesturing for Suwako to follow to her study. She wasn’t sure of the implications here. Was… was her father working for Suwako? Perhaps he was a descendent of Suwako? She didn’t know how far this went back and her memory was foggy, as if her mind was trying to remember something that she had repressed for a long time. C-could she even be… She knew that she was a goddess’s daughter but…
“Although we Satori can indeed fabricate and force memories, I wouldn’t dare try that on a goddess,” Satori said as they walked. “Those who hold affinities to each other resonate even at the mind’s level, which seems to be the most likely candidate, lacking all other explanations.” The mistress of Chireiden walked slowly and deliberately through her domain, still holding onto the air of dignity and elegance even with her mind scrambled. She finally reached the study slowly enough so that Suwako would have no problem following and opened the door. “Here, we’ll have more privacy.”
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