#airisu — Public Fediverse posts

#WordWeavers AU 12: If your main character had a comfort food, what would it be?

#Airisu: Chicken nugs!
Sumika: No, they aren't good for you.

#NMPrompts #NMWW

#WordWeavers AU 12: If your main character had a comfort food, what would it be?

#Airisu: Chicken nugs!
Sumika: No, they aren't good for you.

#NMPrompts #NMWW

#WordWeavers AU 12: If your main character had a comfort food, what would it be?

#Airisu: Chicken nugs!
Sumika: No, they aren't good for you.

#NMPrompts #NMWW

#WordWeavers AU 12: If your main character had a comfort food, what would it be?

#Airisu: Chicken nugs!
Sumika: No, they aren't good for you.

#NMPrompts #NMWW

#WordWeavers AU 12: If your main character had a comfort food, what would it be?

#Airisu: Chicken nugs!
Sumika: No, they aren't good for you.

#NMPrompts #NMWW

#PennedPossibilities 1092½: Bonus Question (Courtesy of @QuasiTemporal): Quality Time: Your MC(s) has the day off tomorrow, so what do they do?

Sumika: I'd love to get out in the garden and maybe make a few potions.

#Airisu: Follow after her and pick up bugs. Yummy.

#NMPP #NMPrompts

#PennedPossibilities 1092½: Bonus Question (Courtesy of @QuasiTemporal): Quality Time: Your MC(s) has the day off tomorrow, so what do they do?

Sumika: I'd love to get out in the garden and maybe make a few potions.

#Airisu: Follow after her and pick up bugs. Yummy.

#NMPP #NMPrompts

#PennedPossibilities 1092½: Bonus Question (Courtesy of @QuasiTemporal): Quality Time: Your MC(s) has the day off tomorrow, so what do they do?

Sumika: I'd love to get out in the garden and maybe make a few potions.

#Airisu: Follow after her and pick up bugs. Yummy.

#NMPP #NMPrompts

#PennedPossibilities 1093: Name something you love about your MC.

#Airisu: Is a wise-cracking smart-ass. She is fun to write.
#NMPP #NMPrompts

#PennedPossibilities 1093: Name something you love about your MC.

#Airisu: Is a wise-cracking smart-ass. She is fun to write.
#NMPP #NMPrompts

#PennedPossibilities 1093: Name something you love about your MC.

#Airisu: Is a wise-cracking smart-ass. She is fun to write.
#NMPP #NMPrompts

#PennedPossibilities 1093: Name something you love about your MC.

#Airisu: Is a wise-cracking smart-ass. She is fun to write.
#NMPP #NMPrompts

#PennedPossibilities 1093: Name something you love about your MC.

#Airisu: Is a wise-cracking smart-ass. She is fun to write.
#NMPP #NMPrompts

#WritersCoffeeClub AU 7: What subcultures exist in your work?

In #KonbiniIdol, there are a variety of cults. The subculture that appears most often in my Kakuriyo novels is an organization that helps paranormals adjust and survive. We only see a tiny bit of it with a temple that educates paranormals and deals with difficult situations arising from the interference of entities from Kakuriyo.

Again in #TimeTravelingGhost, we have various cults, including the Templars.

#Airisu touches on witches in modern society. There will be more of them upcoming.

#NMWCC #NMPrompts

#WritersCoffeeClub AU 7: What subcultures exist in your work?

In #KonbiniIdol, there are a variety of cults. The subculture that appears most often in my Kakuriyo novels is an organization that helps paranormals adjust and survive. We only see a tiny bit of it with a temple that educates paranormals and deals with difficult situations arising from the interference of entities from Kakuriyo.

Again in #TimeTravelingGhost, we have various cults, including the Templars.

#Airisu touches on witches in modern society. There will be more of them upcoming.

#NMWCC #NMPrompts

#WritersCoffeeClub AU 7: What subcultures exist in your work?

In #KonbiniIdol, there are a variety of cults. The subculture that appears most often in my Kakuriyo novels is an organization that helps paranormals adjust and survive. We only see a tiny bit of it with a temple that educates paranormals and deals with difficult situations arising from the interference of entities from Kakuriyo.

Again in #TimeTravelingGhost, we have various cults, including the Templars.

#Airisu touches on witches in modern society. There will be more of them upcoming.

#NMWCC #NMPrompts

#WritersCoffeeClub 6. What sort of collectives appear in your work?

"The Girl Who Saw Ghosts" and "My Girlfriend Almost Got Me Killed": University, a mean clique, and a shadowy school for paranormals.

#KonbiniIdol: Employer, school for paranormals again, The City of Willows and Ash.

#Airisu Himeji Castle

#TimeTravelingGhost University, Crew of Hindenburg & Titanic, Illuminati, Lapin Cabal, Templars, Crusaders, Coptic Church, etc

#NMWCC #NMPrompts

#WritersCoffeeClub 6. What sort of collectives appear in your work?

"The Girl Who Saw Ghosts" and "My Girlfriend Almost Got Me Killed": University, a mean clique, and a shadowy school for paranormals.

#KonbiniIdol: Employer, school for paranormals again, The City of Willows and Ash.

#Airisu Himeji Castle

#TimeTravelingGhost University, Crew of Hindenburg & Titanic, Illuminati, Lapin Cabal, Templars, Crusaders, Coptic Church, etc

#NMWCC #NMPrompts

#WritersCoffeeClub 6. What sort of collectives appear in your work?

"The Girl Who Saw Ghosts" and "My Girlfriend Almost Got Me Killed": University, a mean clique, and a shadowy school for paranormals.

#KonbiniIdol: Employer, school for paranormals again, The City of Willows and Ash.

#Airisu Himeji Castle

#TimeTravelingGhost University, Crew of Hindenburg & Titanic, Illuminati, Lapin Cabal, Templars, Crusaders, Coptic Church, etc

#NMWCC #NMPrompts

#PennedPossibilities 1089 ~ MC POV: Write a letter that’s dated 10 years in the past. (Altered prompt)

Dear Mom

I am just writing you a brief note to let you know that I’m alright. No matter what the news says, the bombings have been isolated, and I do nothing that would upset the Islamists.

School is going well, and my French is improving.

I would write, but I have no money. Your last check was doubly appreciated. Tell Dad I didn’t waste it.

I will try to be in my apt. on the 15th, if you decide to call.

Avec tout mon amour

#NMPP #NMPrompts #Airisu

#PennedPossibilities 1089 ~ MC POV: Write a letter that’s dated 10 years in the past. (Altered prompt)

Dear Mom

I am just writing you a brief note to let you know that I’m alright. No matter what the news says, the bombings have been isolated, and I do nothing that would upset the Islamists.

School is going well, and my French is improving.

I would write, but I have no money. Your last check was doubly appreciated. Tell Dad I didn’t waste it.

I will try to be in my apt. on the 15th, if you decide to call.

Avec tout mon amour

#NMPP #NMPrompts #Airisu

#PennedPossibilities 1089 ~ MC POV: Write a letter that’s dated 10 years in the past. (Altered prompt)

Dear Mom

I am just writing you a brief note to let you know that I’m alright. No matter what the news says, the bombings have been isolated, and I do nothing that would upset the Islamists.

School is going well, and my French is improving.

I would write, but I have no money. Your last check was doubly appreciated. Tell Dad I didn’t waste it.

I will try to be in my apt. on the 15th, if you decide to call.

Avec tout mon amour

#NMPP #NMPrompts #Airisu

#WordWeavers 2026.07.29 — What’s your MC’s least favorite mode of transportation?

#Airisu: An ambulance. A car is bad enough without that siren and flashing lights. Ack, ack, ack. An ambulance, get it?

#NMWW #NMPrompts

#WordWeavers 2026.07.29 — What’s your MC’s least favorite mode of transportation?

#Airisu: An ambulance. A car is bad enough without that siren and flashing lights. Ack, ack, ack. An ambulance, get it?

#NMWW #NMPrompts

#WordWeavers 2026.07.29 — What’s your MC’s least favorite mode of transportation?

#Airisu: An ambulance. A car is bad enough without that siren and flashing lights. Ack, ack, ack. An ambulance, get it?

#NMWW #NMPrompts

#WordWeavers 2026.07.29 — What’s your MC’s least favorite mode of transportation?

#Airisu: An ambulance. A car is bad enough without that siren and flashing lights. Ack, ack, ack. An ambulance, get it?

#NMWW #NMPrompts

#WordWeavers 2026.07.29 — What’s your MC’s least favorite mode of transportation?

#Airisu: An ambulance. A car is bad enough without that siren and flashing lights. Ack, ack, ack. An ambulance, get it?

#NMWW #NMPrompts

#WordWeavers 7.25 — What wrong assumption do people make about your MC?

Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost: That she is wacked-out, superstitious, academic. Fact is, she is right.
Emily Pan: That she is a lonely, unhappy spinster. Actually, she is proud of being an independent woman.

#Airisu: She is just a silly bird brain. "Contraywise, I am a brilliant bird brain."
Sumika: She is a bubblehead. She is quite intelligent, only she has learned to hide it as unlady-like.

#NMWW #NMPrompts

#WordWeavers 7.25 — What wrong assumption do people make about your MC?

Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost: That she is wacked-out, superstitious, academic. Fact is, she is right.
Emily Pan: That she is a lonely, unhappy spinster. Actually, she is proud of being an independent woman.

#Airisu: She is just a silly bird brain. "Contraywise, I am a brilliant bird brain."
Sumika: She is a bubblehead. She is quite intelligent, only she has learned to hide it as unlady-like.

#NMWW #NMPrompts

#WordWeavers 7.25 — What wrong assumption do people make about your MC?

Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost: That she is wacked-out, superstitious, academic. Fact is, she is right.
Emily Pan: That she is a lonely, unhappy spinster. Actually, she is proud of being an independent woman.

#Airisu: She is just a silly bird brain. "Contraywise, I am a brilliant bird brain."
Sumika: She is a bubblehead. She is quite intelligent, only she has learned to hide it as unlady-like.

#NMWW #NMPrompts

#WordWeavers 7.25 — What wrong assumption do people make about your MC?

Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost: That she is wacked-out, superstitious, academic. Fact is, she is right.
Emily Pan: That she is a lonely, unhappy spinster. Actually, she is proud of being an independent woman.

#Airisu: She is just a silly bird brain. "Contraywise, I am a brilliant bird brain."
Sumika: She is a bubblehead. She is quite intelligent, only she has learned to hide it as unlady-like.

#NMWW #NMPrompts

#WordWeavers 7.25 — What wrong assumption do people make about your MC?

Bijou the #TimeTravelingGhost: That she is wacked-out, superstitious, academic. Fact is, she is right.
Emily Pan: That she is a lonely, unhappy spinster. Actually, she is proud of being an independent woman.

#Airisu: She is just a silly bird brain. "Contraywise, I am a brilliant bird brain."
Sumika: She is a bubblehead. She is quite intelligent, only she has learned to hide it as unlady-like.

#NMWW #NMPrompts

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 54
#Wss366 Steer #TimeTravelAuthors 7/24 What ever

The servants we were tailing gossiped about events in the castle. One woman was talking about something that happened by the well, and the others tried to #steer her away from the subject, especially as we drew near the guards at the gate.

Sumika edged closer to them, trying to eavesdrop, but all we could make out was, “Well, I wouldn’t have turned the Lord down! What did she expect?” This may or may not have had anything to do with Okiku, but it sounded ominous.

One good thing came of the discussion, though. The other ladies looked at the young gossip with distaste and tried to draw away from her. However, she was oblivious and followed them, so they ended up milling just outside the gates.

The guards seemed more interested in watching the show than doing their duty, and we slipped into the fortress.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 54
#Wss366 Steer #TimeTravelAuthors 7/24 What ever

The servants we were tailing gossiped about events in the castle. One woman was talking about something that happened by the well, and the others tried to #steer her away from the subject, especially as we drew near the guards at the gate.

Sumika edged closer to them, trying to eavesdrop, but all we could make out was, “Well, I wouldn’t have turned the Lord down! What did she expect?” This may or may not have had anything to do with Okiku, but it sounded ominous.

One good thing came of the discussion, though. The other ladies looked at the young gossip with distaste and tried to draw away from her. However, she was oblivious and followed them, so they ended up milling just outside the gates.

The guards seemed more interested in watching the show than doing their duty, and we slipped into the fortress.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 54
#Wss366 Steer #TimeTravelAuthors 7/24 What ever

The servants we were tailing gossiped about events in the castle. One woman was talking about something that happened by the well, and the others tried to #steer her away from the subject, especially as we drew near the guards at the gate.

Sumika edged closer to them, trying to eavesdrop, but all we could make out was, “Well, I wouldn’t have turned the Lord down! What did she expect?” This may or may not have had anything to do with Okiku, but it sounded ominous.

One good thing came of the discussion, though. The other ladies looked at the young gossip with distaste and tried to draw away from her. However, she was oblivious and followed them, so they ended up milling just outside the gates.

The guards seemed more interested in watching the show than doing their duty, and we slipped into the fortress.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 54
#Wss366 Steer #TimeTravelAuthors 7/24 What ever

The servants we were tailing gossiped about events in the castle. One woman was talking about something that happened by the well, and the others tried to #steer her away from the subject, especially as we drew near the guards at the gate.

Sumika edged closer to them, trying to eavesdrop, but all we could make out was, “Well, I wouldn’t have turned the Lord down! What did she expect?” This may or may not have had anything to do with Okiku, but it sounded ominous.

One good thing came of the discussion, though. The other ladies looked at the young gossip with distaste and tried to draw away from her. However, she was oblivious and followed them, so they ended up milling just outside the gates.

The guards seemed more interested in watching the show than doing their duty, and we slipped into the fortress.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Himeji Castle (Airisu POV): Post 54
#Wss366 Steer #TimeTravelAuthors 7/24 What ever

The servants we were tailing gossiped about events in the castle. One woman was talking about something that happened by the well, and the others tried to #steer her away from the subject, especially as we drew near the guards at the gate.

Sumika edged closer to them, trying to eavesdrop, but all we could make out was, “Well, I wouldn’t have turned the Lord down! What did she expect?” This may or may not have had anything to do with Okiku, but it sounded ominous.

One good thing came of the discussion, though. The other ladies looked at the young gossip with distaste and tried to draw away from her. However, she was oblivious and followed them, so they ended up milling just outside the gates.

The guards seemed more interested in watching the show than doing their duty, and we slipped into the fortress.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#TimeTravelAuthors 07/19. Any similarities across your works?

Similarities:

• They draw on myth, legend, and urban mythology
• Sapphic romance elements
• Articulate characters
• One draws on the lore of my Kakuriyo universe. So it is similar to my normative time stories.
• Magic not science-based.
• Religion and mysticism play a significant role.
• Buddhist beliefs and dharma are present. (See differences)

Difference:

• Not the same universe.
• Time travel is central to one and incidental in the other.
• One has a thoroughly developed time theory and the other a lightweight pseudo-theory.
• Buddhism plays a significant role in one and in the other it is only superficially mentioned.
• Christianity plays a heavy role in only one story.
• One is set in Japan and the other in the West.
• One makes heavy use of historical figures, and the other they are incidental.
• One is heavily political and the other apolitical.

Summary
Both stories are historical fiction. #TimeTravelingGhost is also a #TimeTravel story, while #Airisu only has incidental time-travel, and I would not classify it as truly a time-travel story. Airisu is a continuation of my Kakuryo stories, while Bijou is totally different. They are fundamentally different animals.

#TimeTravelAuthors 07/19. Any similarities across your works?

Similarities:

• They draw on myth, legend, and urban mythology
• Sapphic romance elements
• Articulate characters
• One draws on the lore of my Kakuriyo universe. So it is similar to my normative time stories.
• Magic not science-based.
• Religion and mysticism play a significant role.
• Buddhist beliefs and dharma are present. (See differences)

Difference:

• Not the same universe.
• Time travel is central to one and incidental in the other.
• One has a thoroughly developed time theory and the other a lightweight pseudo-theory.
• Buddhism plays a significant role in one and in the other it is only superficially mentioned.
• Christianity plays a heavy role in only one story.
• One is set in Japan and the other in the West.
• One makes heavy use of historical figures, and the other they are incidental.
• One is heavily political and the other apolitical.

Summary
Both stories are historical fiction. #TimeTravelingGhost is also a #TimeTravel story, while #Airisu only has incidental time-travel, and I would not classify it as truly a time-travel story. Airisu is a continuation of my Kakuryo stories, while Bijou is totally different. They are fundamentally different animals.

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 53
#Wss366 Flock #TimeTravelAuthors 7/17. How honorable are your characters?

The shrine priest showed us to a small outbuilding and, we soon possessed a straw cloak. I had pictured something cruder. The woven work on the cloak was elaborate and must have taken time and skill to produce.

At the same time, they brought us rice and boiled greens. “What about me?” I started to say, but Sumika shushed me.

After the priest had left, she explained. “This is so we don’t get upset with them and sic Seirei-tsukai on them. It’s not real hospitality. Besides, I’ll share.”

That seemed unduly honorable to me. If they were cowards, she should demand more. Extortion is a noble, time-honored art. What “weasel” wouldn’t engage in it? But I didn’t complain. I had my dollop of rice. [Note: The priest compared Sumika to a weasel in the last episode.]

Speaking of admirable traits, I took the opportunity to tell Mistress how proud I was of her handling of the shrine priest. Sumika, the silly creature, blushed and pretended she hadn't done anything special. I was again reminded of how funny humans were. I was glad to have finished with that.

Enchanting the cloak turned out to be totally boring, and she soon completed her work, leaving us with nothing to do until evening.

Eventually, the shadows grew longer, and we decided to leave.

“No basket,” I announced. “I’ve had enough of that.”

“Of course not,” Sumika said. “Get on my shoulder, and I’ll put the cloak over you.”

It wasn’t ideal, but it beat that basket, so I did as I was told.

Outside the shrine, people were streaming into the castle. Overhead, a #flock of jungle crows circled. None of them paid us any attention. We were invisible except for our shadows, and even they seemed weak.

Mistress fell into step beside servants carrying baskets. She kept her distance so they wouldn’t bump into us, but close enough that our shadows blended with theirs. And all without my giving her any directions. I was beginning to think that maybe she wasn’t a pigeon brain after all. Could she have been hiding her intelligence when we first met? Women did that, didn’t they? Humans!

Ahead, the castle gates loomed. I hoped she would continue to do well.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 53
#Wss366 Flock #TimeTravelAuthors 7/17. How honorable are your characters?

The shrine priest showed us to a small outbuilding and, we soon possessed a straw cloak. I had pictured something cruder. The woven work on the cloak was elaborate and must have taken time and skill to produce.

At the same time, they brought us rice and boiled greens. “What about me?” I started to say, but Sumika shushed me.

After the priest had left, she explained. “This is so we don’t get upset with them and sic Seirei-tsukai on them. It’s not real hospitality. Besides, I’ll share.”

That seemed unduly honorable to me. If they were cowards, she should demand more. Extortion is a noble, time-honored art. What “weasel” wouldn’t engage in it? But I didn’t complain. I had my dollop of rice. [Note: The priest compared Sumika to a weasel in the last episode.]

Speaking of admirable traits, I took the opportunity to tell Mistress how proud I was of her handling of the shrine priest. Sumika, the silly creature, blushed and pretended she hadn't done anything special. I was again reminded of how funny humans were. I was glad to have finished with that.

Enchanting the cloak turned out to be totally boring, and she soon completed her work, leaving us with nothing to do until evening.

Eventually, the shadows grew longer, and we decided to leave.

“No basket,” I announced. “I’ve had enough of that.”

“Of course not,” Sumika said. “Get on my shoulder, and I’ll put the cloak over you.”

It wasn’t ideal, but it beat that basket, so I did as I was told.

Outside the shrine, people were streaming into the castle. Overhead, a #flock of jungle crows circled. None of them paid us any attention. We were invisible except for our shadows, and even they seemed weak.

Mistress fell into step beside servants carrying baskets. She kept her distance so they wouldn’t bump into us, but close enough that our shadows blended with theirs. And all without my giving her any directions. I was beginning to think that maybe she wasn’t a pigeon brain after all. Could she have been hiding her intelligence when we first met? Women did that, didn’t they? Humans!

Ahead, the castle gates loomed. I hoped she would continue to do well.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 53
#Wss366 Flock #TimeTravelAuthors 7/17. How honorable are your characters?

The shrine priest showed us to a small outbuilding and, we soon possessed a straw cloak. I had pictured something cruder. The woven work on the cloak was elaborate and must have taken time and skill to produce.

At the same time, they brought us rice and boiled greens. “What about me?” I started to say, but Sumika shushed me.

After the priest had left, she explained. “This is so we don’t get upset with them and sic Seirei-tsukai on them. It’s not real hospitality. Besides, I’ll share.”

That seemed unduly honorable to me. If they were cowards, she should demand more. Extortion is a noble, time-honored art. What “weasel” wouldn’t engage in it? But I didn’t complain. I had my dollop of rice. [Note: The priest compared Sumika to a weasel in the last episode.]

Speaking of admirable traits, I took the opportunity to tell Mistress how proud I was of her handling of the shrine priest. Sumika, the silly creature, blushed and pretended she hadn't done anything special. I was again reminded of how funny humans were. I was glad to have finished with that.

Enchanting the cloak turned out to be totally boring, and she soon completed her work, leaving us with nothing to do until evening.

Eventually, the shadows grew longer, and we decided to leave.

“No basket,” I announced. “I’ve had enough of that.”

“Of course not,” Sumika said. “Get on my shoulder, and I’ll put the cloak over you.”

It wasn’t ideal, but it beat that basket, so I did as I was told.

Outside the shrine, people were streaming into the castle. Overhead, a #flock of jungle crows circled. None of them paid us any attention. We were invisible except for our shadows, and even they seemed weak.

Mistress fell into step beside servants carrying baskets. She kept her distance so they wouldn’t bump into us, but close enough that our shadows blended with theirs. And all without my giving her any directions. I was beginning to think that maybe she wasn’t a pigeon brain after all. Could she have been hiding her intelligence when we first met? Women did that, didn’t they? Humans!

Ahead, the castle gates loomed. I hoped she would continue to do well.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 53
#Wss366 Flock #TimeTravelAuthors 7/17. How honorable are your characters?

The shrine priest showed us to a small outbuilding and, we soon possessed a straw cloak. I had pictured something cruder. The woven work on the cloak was elaborate and must have taken time and skill to produce.

At the same time, they brought us rice and boiled greens. “What about me?” I started to say, but Sumika shushed me.

After the priest had left, she explained. “This is so we don’t get upset with them and sic Seirei-tsukai on them. It’s not real hospitality. Besides, I’ll share.”

That seemed unduly honorable to me. If they were cowards, she should demand more. Extortion is a noble, time-honored art. What “weasel” wouldn’t engage in it? But I didn’t complain. I had my dollop of rice. [Note: The priest compared Sumika to a weasel in the last episode.]

Speaking of admirable traits, I took the opportunity to tell Mistress how proud I was of her handling of the shrine priest. Sumika, the silly creature, blushed and pretended she hadn't done anything special. I was again reminded of how funny humans were. I was glad to have finished with that.

Enchanting the cloak turned out to be totally boring, and she soon completed her work, leaving us with nothing to do until evening.

Eventually, the shadows grew longer, and we decided to leave.

“No basket,” I announced. “I’ve had enough of that.”

“Of course not,” Sumika said. “Get on my shoulder, and I’ll put the cloak over you.”

It wasn’t ideal, but it beat that basket, so I did as I was told.

Outside the shrine, people were streaming into the castle. Overhead, a #flock of jungle crows circled. None of them paid us any attention. We were invisible except for our shadows, and even they seemed weak.

Mistress fell into step beside servants carrying baskets. She kept her distance so they wouldn’t bump into us, but close enough that our shadows blended with theirs. And all without my giving her any directions. I was beginning to think that maybe she wasn’t a pigeon brain after all. Could she have been hiding her intelligence when we first met? Women did that, didn’t they? Humans!

Ahead, the castle gates loomed. I hoped she would continue to do well.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 53
#Wss366 Flock #TimeTravelAuthors 7/17. How honorable are your characters?

The shrine priest showed us to a small outbuilding and, we soon possessed a straw cloak. I had pictured something cruder. The woven work on the cloak was elaborate and must have taken time and skill to produce.

At the same time, they brought us rice and boiled greens. “What about me?” I started to say, but Sumika shushed me.

After the priest had left, she explained. “This is so we don’t get upset with them and sic Seirei-tsukai on them. It’s not real hospitality. Besides, I’ll share.”

That seemed unduly honorable to me. If they were cowards, she should demand more. Extortion is a noble, time-honored art. What “weasel” wouldn’t engage in it? But I didn’t complain. I had my dollop of rice. [Note: The priest compared Sumika to a weasel in the last episode.]

Speaking of admirable traits, I took the opportunity to tell Mistress how proud I was of her handling of the shrine priest. Sumika, the silly creature, blushed and pretended she hadn't done anything special. I was again reminded of how funny humans were. I was glad to have finished with that.

Enchanting the cloak turned out to be totally boring, and she soon completed her work, leaving us with nothing to do until evening.

Eventually, the shadows grew longer, and we decided to leave.

“No basket,” I announced. “I’ve had enough of that.”

“Of course not,” Sumika said. “Get on my shoulder, and I’ll put the cloak over you.”

It wasn’t ideal, but it beat that basket, so I did as I was told.

Outside the shrine, people were streaming into the castle. Overhead, a #flock of jungle crows circled. None of them paid us any attention. We were invisible except for our shadows, and even they seemed weak.

Mistress fell into step beside servants carrying baskets. She kept her distance so they wouldn’t bump into us, but close enough that our shadows blended with theirs. And all without my giving her any directions. I was beginning to think that maybe she wasn’t a pigeon brain after all. Could she have been hiding her intelligence when we first met? Women did that, didn’t they? Humans!

Ahead, the castle gates loomed. I hoped she would continue to do well.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#PennedPossibilities 1073 — MC POV: Tell us about a time when your heart raced, either for good or bad reasons.

I jolted upright in bed. “Scrack, Srity, Kack!” erupted from the next room. The said bird was screaming her head off.

“Ack! Mistress, hurry! Come here! Creakedy crack! You have to see this!”

I braced myself for what I would find.

-- #Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

#NMPP #NMPrompts

#PennedPossibilities 1073 — MC POV: Tell us about a time when your heart raced, either for good or bad reasons.

I jolted upright in bed. “Scrack, Srity, Kack!” erupted from the next room. The said bird was screaming her head off.

“Ack! Mistress, hurry! Come here! Creakedy crack! You have to see this!”

I braced myself for what I would find.

-- #Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

#NMPP #NMPrompts

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 52
#Wss366 spirit #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

The shaman had led us to believe that we would be welcome at the Ō-Inari Shrine. This was apparently not true. The castle crows were downright hostile, and the priest frowned at Sumika, pinching his mouth and brow.

“Have you and your #spirit come to cause us more trouble?” the priest asked. He gestured at me, implying I was a spirit.

“Seirei-tsukai told me to ask you for a straw cloak and a place to work till evening. Then I will be on my way, demanding nothing more from you,” Mistress replied.

That was more like it. After her performance dealing with Dōken-Shin, I hadn’t expected her to show any spunk. The word “demanding” might have been a little harsh, but she was firm. Excellent! If the priest thought my mistress was a proper Edo lady who would defer to him, she’d set him straight.

However, that assessment proved premature, as he promptly responded, “What makes you believe we have such a thing, or even if we did, why would we give it to you, a witch from the hills?”

Oh, how I wished at that moment that Mistress could turn people into toads!

Sumika, not rising to the bait, walked to the offertory box, the mist boiling around her, and dropped the last of our coins into it. “Because it would please me, Seirei-tsukai, and Arakawa Dōken. I have come with open hands; I hope not to return to them with empty ones.”

“Bravo, Mistress,” I cheered to myself. I wondered if the priest recognised Dōken-shin’s name, but her threat had been wonderfully worded. Tit for tat, I say.

Not yet conceding, the priest asked, “How should the farmer respond when the weasel demands to be fed?”

To my surprise, Sumika matched his metaphor. I didn’t know she had it in her. “He should remember that the weasel is friends with the kitsune of the peaks.”

The priest’s shoulders slumped, and he took a step back. “I believe we have one. I’ll fetch it as a favor to you. But please tell your mistress that the kitsune and the white egret dwell on the plain, not the mountain.”

I was unsure what he meant by egret, but the rest of the metaphor was obvious: “We serve Ō-Inari, not the mountain shaman,” i.e., "Bug off." So rude!

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 52
#Wss366 spirit #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

The shaman had led us to believe that we would be welcome at the Ō-Inari Shrine. This was apparently not true. The castle crows were downright hostile, and the priest frowned at Sumika, pinching his mouth and brow.

“Have you and your #spirit come to cause us more trouble?” the priest asked. He gestured at me, implying I was a spirit.

“Seirei-tsukai told me to ask you for a straw cloak and a place to work till evening. Then I will be on my way, demanding nothing more from you,” Mistress replied.

That was more like it. After her performance dealing with Dōken-Shin, I hadn’t expected her to show any spunk. The word “demanding” might have been a little harsh, but she was firm. Excellent! If the priest thought my mistress was a proper Edo lady who would defer to him, she’d set him straight.

However, that assessment proved premature, as he promptly responded, “What makes you believe we have such a thing, or even if we did, why would we give it to you, a witch from the hills?”

Oh, how I wished at that moment that Mistress could turn people into toads!

Sumika, not rising to the bait, walked to the offertory box, the mist boiling around her, and dropped the last of our coins into it. “Because it would please me, Seirei-tsukai, and Arakawa Dōken. I have come with open hands; I hope not to return to them with empty ones.”

“Bravo, Mistress,” I cheered to myself. I wondered if the priest recognised Dōken-shin’s name, but her threat had been wonderfully worded. Tit for tat, I say.

Not yet conceding, the priest asked, “How should the farmer respond when the weasel demands to be fed?”

To my surprise, Sumika matched his metaphor. I didn’t know she had it in her. “He should remember that the weasel is friends with the kitsune of the peaks.”

The priest’s shoulders slumped, and he took a step back. “I believe we have one. I’ll fetch it as a favor to you. But please tell your mistress that the kitsune and the white egret dwell on the plain, not the mountain.”

I was unsure what he meant by egret, but the rest of the metaphor was obvious: “We serve Ō-Inari, not the mountain shaman,” i.e., "Bug off." So rude!

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 52
#Wss366 spirit #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

The shaman had led us to believe that we would be welcome at the Ō-Inari Shrine. This was apparently not true. The castle crows were downright hostile, and the priest frowned at Sumika, pinching his mouth and brow.

“Have you and your #spirit come to cause us more trouble?” the priest asked. He gestured at me, implying I was a spirit.

“Seirei-tsukai told me to ask you for a straw cloak and a place to work till evening. Then I will be on my way, demanding nothing more from you,” Mistress replied.

That was more like it. After her performance dealing with Dōken-Shin, I hadn’t expected her to show any spunk. The word “demanding” might have been a little harsh, but she was firm. Excellent! If the priest thought my mistress was a proper Edo lady who would defer to him, she’d set him straight.

However, that assessment proved premature, as he promptly responded, “What makes you believe we have such a thing, or even if we did, why would we give it to you, a witch from the hills?”

Oh, how I wished at that moment that Mistress could turn people into toads!

Sumika, not rising to the bait, walked to the offertory box, the mist boiling around her, and dropped the last of our coins into it. “Because it would please me, Seirei-tsukai, and Arakawa Dōken. I have come with open hands; I hope not to return to them with empty ones.”

“Bravo, Mistress,” I cheered to myself. I wondered if the priest recognised Dōken-shin’s name, but her threat had been wonderfully worded. Tit for tat, I say.

Not yet conceding, the priest asked, “How should the farmer respond when the weasel demands to be fed?”

To my surprise, Sumika matched his metaphor. I didn’t know she had it in her. “He should remember that the weasel is friends with the kitsune of the peaks.”

The priest’s shoulders slumped, and he took a step back. “I believe we have one. I’ll fetch it as a favor to you. But please tell your mistress that the kitsune and the white egret dwell on the plain, not the mountain.”

I was unsure what he meant by egret, but the rest of the metaphor was obvious: “We serve Ō-Inari, not the mountain shaman,” i.e., "Bug off." So rude!

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 52
#Wss366 spirit #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

The shaman had led us to believe that we would be welcome at the Ō-Inari Shrine. This was apparently not true. The castle crows were downright hostile, and the priest frowned at Sumika, pinching his mouth and brow.

“Have you and your #spirit come to cause us more trouble?” the priest asked. He gestured at me, implying I was a spirit.

“Seirei-tsukai told me to ask you for a straw cloak and a place to work till evening. Then I will be on my way, demanding nothing more from you,” Mistress replied.

That was more like it. After her performance dealing with Dōken-Shin, I hadn’t expected her to show any spunk. The word “demanding” might have been a little harsh, but she was firm. Excellent! If the priest thought my mistress was a proper Edo lady who would defer to him, she’d set him straight.

However, that assessment proved premature, as he promptly responded, “What makes you believe we have such a thing, or even if we did, why would we give it to you, a witch from the hills?”

Oh, how I wished at that moment that Mistress could turn people into toads!

Sumika, not rising to the bait, walked to the offertory box, the mist boiling around her, and dropped the last of our coins into it. “Because it would please me, Seirei-tsukai, and Arakawa Dōken. I have come with open hands; I hope not to return to them with empty ones.”

“Bravo, Mistress,” I cheered to myself. I wondered if the priest recognised Dōken-shin’s name, but her threat had been wonderfully worded. Tit for tat, I say.

Not yet conceding, the priest asked, “How should the farmer respond when the weasel demands to be fed?”

To my surprise, Sumika matched his metaphor. I didn’t know she had it in her. “He should remember that the weasel is friends with the kitsune of the peaks.”

The priest’s shoulders slumped, and he took a step back. “I believe we have one. I’ll fetch it as a favor to you. But please tell your mistress that the kitsune and the white egret dwell on the plain, not the mountain.”

I was unsure what he meant by egret, but the rest of the metaphor was obvious: “We serve Ō-Inari, not the mountain shaman,” i.e., "Bug off." So rude!

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 52
#Wss366 spirit #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

The shaman had led us to believe that we would be welcome at the Ō-Inari Shrine. This was apparently not true. The castle crows were downright hostile, and the priest frowned at Sumika, pinching his mouth and brow.

“Have you and your #spirit come to cause us more trouble?” the priest asked. He gestured at me, implying I was a spirit.

“Seirei-tsukai told me to ask you for a straw cloak and a place to work till evening. Then I will be on my way, demanding nothing more from you,” Mistress replied.

That was more like it. After her performance dealing with Dōken-Shin, I hadn’t expected her to show any spunk. The word “demanding” might have been a little harsh, but she was firm. Excellent! If the priest thought my mistress was a proper Edo lady who would defer to him, she’d set him straight.

However, that assessment proved premature, as he promptly responded, “What makes you believe we have such a thing, or even if we did, why would we give it to you, a witch from the hills?”

Oh, how I wished at that moment that Mistress could turn people into toads!

Sumika, not rising to the bait, walked to the offertory box, the mist boiling around her, and dropped the last of our coins into it. “Because it would please me, Seirei-tsukai, and Arakawa Dōken. I have come with open hands; I hope not to return to them with empty ones.”

“Bravo, Mistress,” I cheered to myself. I wondered if the priest recognised Dōken-shin’s name, but her threat had been wonderfully worded. Tit for tat, I say.

Not yet conceding, the priest asked, “How should the farmer respond when the weasel demands to be fed?”

To my surprise, Sumika matched his metaphor. I didn’t know she had it in her. “He should remember that the weasel is friends with the kitsune of the peaks.”

The priest’s shoulders slumped, and he took a step back. “I believe we have one. I’ll fetch it as a favor to you. But please tell your mistress that the kitsune and the white egret dwell on the plain, not the mountain.”

I was unsure what he meant by egret, but the rest of the metaphor was obvious: “We serve Ō-Inari, not the mountain shaman,” i.e., "Bug off." So rude!

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu Sorry, the wrong post was made to begin with. The one above is the correct one.

#Airisu Sorry, the wrong post was made to begin with. The one above is the correct one.

#Airisu Sorry, the wrong post was made to begin with. The one above is the correct one.

#Airisu Sorry, the wrong post was made to begin with. The one above is the correct one.

#Airisu Sorry, the wrong post was made to begin with. The one above is the correct one.

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 51
#Wss366 bastion #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

The street I saw outside the basket was busy with vendors setting out their goods. People stared at Sumika and whispered to each other. I bet they’d be talking about the fine lady who wandered into town unaccompanied for months.

The scene swayed as Mistress hurried along, and before long I felt seasick. Ugh, I closed my eyes and huddled in misery—“idiotic large-bills, stupid mistress.”

“Here it is,” I heard her say. I hoped she meant we had reached the shrine.

There was the splash of water and the sound of Sumika cleaning her mouth. Thank goodness! We’d arrived at Inari Ōkami’s shrine, and I was still in one piece. I knew what would follow but still wasn’t expecting the violent jerk as she clapped her hands and then rang the bell.

This had been a dumb idea! I should have flown ahead. I could have avoided the clumsy, large-billed crows.

The basket swayed again, and I heard the crunch of gravel underfoot. Finally, we stopped, and the basket settled on the ground.

“You can come out now. We’re in the shrine,” Mistress said.

“Yeah, I know,” I muttered.

I flew out as soon as her sleeve left the top of the basket. “You pigeon…” I began to say, but then shut my beak. I could feel the sacred energy around us, snaking like a thin white mist through the shrine precinct. Facing us was a robed priest. This was no place to draw attention to myself. Instead, I smoothed my rumpled feathers, trying to look inconspicuous.

While I made myself presentable, Sumika bowed and said, “Kannushi-sama, Seirei-tsukai sent us. Please forgive our sudden appearance.”

Since she had things under control, I looked around. The precinct was typical of a Shinto shrine. The kitsune statues with their red bibs, the worship hall’s vermilion banners, and the offertory box all proclaimed Inari’s presence. White mist seeped from the sanctuary and rolled over the box. It swirled in the air, forming halos around the priest and the statues.

In alarm, the words “Jungle crows!” almost escaped me. Were they hiding nearby, spying on us?

I looked around. Above the morning sky arched, bright with the newborn sun. Small clouds drifted across it, but no large-billed crows. Behind me stood a line of scarlet Torii gates, and towering above it all was Lord Aoyama’s #bastion: Himeji Castle, home of Osakabe-hime.

Ack! Those sneaky offspring of a mangy scarecrow were circling the snowy-white citadel.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 51
#Wss366 bastion #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

The street I saw outside the basket was busy with vendors setting out their goods. People stared at Sumika and whispered to each other. I bet they’d be talking about the fine lady who wandered into town unaccompanied for months.

The scene swayed as Mistress hurried along, and before long I felt seasick. Ugh, I closed my eyes and huddled in misery—“idiotic large-bills, stupid mistress.”

“Here it is,” I heard her say. I hoped she meant we had reached the shrine.

There was the splash of water and the sound of Sumika cleaning her mouth. Thank goodness! We’d arrived at Inari Ōkami’s shrine, and I was still in one piece. I knew what would follow but still wasn’t expecting the violent jerk as she clapped her hands and then rang the bell.

This had been a dumb idea! I should have flown ahead. I could have avoided the clumsy, large-billed crows.

The basket swayed again, and I heard the crunch of gravel underfoot. Finally, we stopped, and the basket settled on the ground.

“You can come out now. We’re in the shrine,” Mistress said.

“Yeah, I know,” I muttered.

I flew out as soon as her sleeve left the top of the basket. “You pigeon…” I began to say, but then shut my beak. I could feel the sacred energy around us, snaking like a thin white mist through the shrine precinct. Facing us was a robed priest. This was no place to draw attention to myself. Instead, I smoothed my rumpled feathers, trying to look inconspicuous.

While I made myself presentable, Sumika bowed and said, “Kannushi-sama, Seirei-tsukai sent us. Please forgive our sudden appearance.”

Since she had things under control, I looked around. The precinct was typical of a Shinto shrine. The kitsune statues with their red bibs, the worship hall’s vermilion banners, and the offertory box all proclaimed Inari’s presence. White mist seeped from the sanctuary and rolled over the box. It swirled in the air, forming halos around the priest and the statues.

In alarm, the words “Jungle crows!” almost escaped me. Were they hiding nearby, spying on us?

I looked around. Above the morning sky arched, bright with the newborn sun. Small clouds drifted across it, but no large-billed crows. Behind me stood a line of scarlet Torii gates, and towering above it all was Lord Aoyama’s #bastion: Himeji Castle, home of Osakabe-hime.

Ack! Those sneaky offspring of a mangy scarecrow were circling the snowy-white citadel.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 51
#Wss366 bastion #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

The street I saw outside the basket was busy with vendors setting out their goods. People stared at Sumika and whispered to each other. I bet they’d be talking about the fine lady who wandered into town unaccompanied for months.

The scene swayed as Mistress hurried along, and before long I felt seasick. Ugh, I closed my eyes and huddled in misery—“idiotic large-bills, stupid mistress.”

“Here it is,” I heard her say. I hoped she meant we had reached the shrine.

There was the splash of water and the sound of Sumika cleaning her mouth. Thank goodness! We’d arrived at Inari Ōkami’s shrine, and I was still in one piece. I knew what would follow but still wasn’t expecting the violent jerk as she clapped her hands and then rang the bell.

This had been a dumb idea! I should have flown ahead. I could have avoided the clumsy, large-billed crows.

The basket swayed again, and I heard the crunch of gravel underfoot. Finally, we stopped, and the basket settled on the ground.

“You can come out now. We’re in the shrine,” Mistress said.

“Yeah, I know,” I muttered.

I flew out as soon as her sleeve left the top of the basket. “You pigeon…” I began to say, but then shut my beak. I could feel the sacred energy around us, snaking like a thin white mist through the shrine precinct. Facing us was a robed priest. This was no place to draw attention to myself. Instead, I smoothed my rumpled feathers, trying to look inconspicuous.

While I made myself presentable, Sumika bowed and said, “Kannushi-sama, Seirei-tsukai sent us. Please forgive our sudden appearance.”

Since she had things under control, I looked around. The precinct was typical of a Shinto shrine. The kitsune statues with their red bibs, the worship hall’s vermilion banners, and the offertory box all proclaimed Inari’s presence. White mist seeped from the sanctuary and rolled over the box. It swirled in the air, forming halos around the priest and the statues.

In alarm, the words “Jungle crows!” almost escaped me. Were they hiding nearby, spying on us?

I looked around. Above the morning sky arched, bright with the newborn sun. Small clouds drifted across it, but no large-billed crows. Behind me stood a line of scarlet Torii gates, and towering above it all was Lord Aoyama’s #bastion: Himeji Castle, home of Osakabe-hime.

Ack! Those sneaky offspring of a mangy scarecrow were circling the snowy-white citadel.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore

#Airisu: The Crow and the Witch

Okiku Part II (Airisu POV): Post 51
#Wss366 bastion #TimeTravelAuthors Whatever

The street I saw outside the basket was busy with vendors setting out their goods. People stared at Sumika and whispered to each other. I bet they’d be talking about the fine lady who wandered into town unaccompanied for months.

The scene swayed as Mistress hurried along, and before long I felt seasick. Ugh, I closed my eyes and huddled in misery—“idiotic large-bills, stupid mistress.”

“Here it is,” I heard her say. I hoped she meant we had reached the shrine.

There was the splash of water and the sound of Sumika cleaning her mouth. Thank goodness! We’d arrived at Inari Ōkami’s shrine, and I was still in one piece. I knew what would follow but still wasn’t expecting the violent jerk as she clapped her hands and then rang the bell.

This had been a dumb idea! I should have flown ahead. I could have avoided the clumsy, large-billed crows.

The basket swayed again, and I heard the crunch of gravel underfoot. Finally, we stopped, and the basket settled on the ground.

“You can come out now. We’re in the shrine,” Mistress said.

“Yeah, I know,” I muttered.

I flew out as soon as her sleeve left the top of the basket. “You pigeon…” I began to say, but then shut my beak. I could feel the sacred energy around us, snaking like a thin white mist through the shrine precinct. Facing us was a robed priest. This was no place to draw attention to myself. Instead, I smoothed my rumpled feathers, trying to look inconspicuous.

While I made myself presentable, Sumika bowed and said, “Kannushi-sama, Seirei-tsukai sent us. Please forgive our sudden appearance.”

Since she had things under control, I looked around. The precinct was typical of a Shinto shrine. The kitsune statues with their red bibs, the worship hall’s vermilion banners, and the offertory box all proclaimed Inari’s presence. White mist seeped from the sanctuary and rolled over the box. It swirled in the air, forming halos around the priest and the statues.

In alarm, the words “Jungle crows!” almost escaped me. Were they hiding nearby, spying on us?

I looked around. Above the morning sky arched, bright with the newborn sun. Small clouds drifted across it, but no large-billed crows. Behind me stood a line of scarlet Torii gates, and towering above it all was Lord Aoyama’s #bastion: Himeji Castle, home of Osakabe-hime.

Ack! Those sneaky offspring of a mangy scarecrow were circling the snowy-white citadel.

#TootFic #NMFic #Crows #Otherkin #Fantasy #UrbanFantasy #TimeTravel #Serial #SlowBurn #Sapphic #Folklore