Side by side, the two of you make your way through the streets of the town - come to think of it, you don't know if this place has a name of it's own, or if the Lion just think of it as an extension of Shiro Matsu proper. It might be worth finding out, but honestly you doubt that such things are more than interesting trivia at the moment, and you have more important things to worry about.
The walk does give you and Mariko endless fuel for friendly conversation, however. The peasantry are doing their best to celebrate the festival in true style, and there are works of art and more basic decorations to be found everywhere you look. The air is alight with the sound of music and joyful singing, and as you pass through one of the minor junctions you take note of an ongoing dance competition of some kind further down the street. The local samurai, by contrast, appear divided. Some are all but radiating discomfort and disapproval over such flagrant displays of emotion, while others are seizing the opportunity to celebrate in ways that the bounds of propriety would not normally permit.
You and Mariko slip through the confusion of the streets with relative ease, drawing only the minimal amount of attention as you navigate around knots of pedestrians and through minor side streets, smiling and trading remarks about some of the more blatant displays of joyous affection around you. By silent agreement, you begin to head towards the edge of town, where the tightly packed buildings give way to the slopes of the mountains. While venturing into the wilderness proper is unlikely to be viable, there are several minor foothills nearby that should offer an excellent view of the night sky, as well as providing a substantial amount of privacy.
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As the sun dips behind the horizon, you find your ideal spot. Halfway up the slopes of one of the minor hills adjacent to the town is a small copse of woodland, reached only by a narrow path that winds its way up the slope, and at the edge of that copse is a small clearing that offers a clear view out over the town. From here you can see everything, and the scene reminds you of a shallow river - streams of people flow back and forth through the streets, winding their way around and between buildings that jut up into the air like stones from a stream. You are too far away to hear the sounds of the people clearly, but the rise and fall of their ongoing celebrations washes over you in gentle waves. The whole scene is stained in red and gold, the winter sun slowly fading over the horizon and painting the mountains with intricate patterns of shadow and light.
"The natural world can be so beautiful." Mariko says softly, looking into the sunset. "We try so hard to capture it in our poems and songs, like children chasing sunbeams, that sometimes I think we are in danger of forgetting what it is we truly seek."
"Certainly, I should hate to forget the sight before me now." You comment, speaking with equally gentle words as the situation seems to demand, observing the beautiful Crane as she is illuminated by the setting sun. "To lose such a memory would be among the greatest of tragedies."
"Flatterer." Mariko says with a smile. She seems to be waiting for something, and after a moment you decide to take a chance, stepping slightly closer and extending one arm to rest lightly around her waist. There is a momentary pause, both of you watching the sunset rather than each other, then Mariko steps relaxes slightly and leans into the embrace.
Winter's touch lies upon the land and there is a light frosting of snow on the ground, but Mariko is warm against your side and you barely even feel the chill of the evening air. Standing together, you watch as the sunlight fades and the shadows gather. It might be a little frightening, to be all but alone in a land of darkness, but one by one the stars begin to shine in the dark sky above. They glitter silently, like diamonds wrapped in silk, hundreds or even thousands of them dancing in the nighttime sky. Looking up, you identify the gleaming lights of the Cowherd and the Weaver stars, separated by the glowing trail of Amaterasu's necklace but burning bright for all to see. It is truly a beautiful sight.
There is a faint scuff sound from behind you, as a sandled foot displaces the snow.
Slowly, you look around, the beauty and serenity of the moment giving way to a sinking feeling. Emerging from within the small copse of trees is a tall and slender man dressed in blue and white, his pale hair unsecured and waving slightly in the breeze. Whether he stumbled across you by accident or has been following you for some time you do not know, but while you have never spoken to him before there is no mistaking his identity.
Kakita Sekawa walks towards you, murder in his eyes and one hand upon his sword.
What do you do?
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