At her teasing admonition, Nate flicked an ear like an apologetic hat tip. You're a lovely woman, Miss Izumi, but that's no excuse to stare. Forgive me for being in awe a moment.

He was a perfect gentleman upon her approach, and picked his way over easy terrain free of briars and stones. Even at this time of year, the Nestle blossomed spectacularly, and butterflies danced on the air like currents of wind.

She talked like she had big news. He supposed Walosi did, as well. Foremostly that they had at last elected an Eagle Chief, and it would now fall to Ȟákac'enyu to negotiate formal terms of alliance.

But he could see Izumi to comfortable respite first, and hear her news. She'd sought them out, after all! Sounds right fine, Miss.

It was a picturesque spot. The quiet babble of water mixed with rustling reeds. Here the forest thinned enough for a breeze to cool the air and whisper of autumn's coming. He sat a respectful distance away — not so far as to feel distant, but certainly mindful of her station as empress and lady both.

He grinned again, So, tell me the tales? What news from the Dynasty?