The Bard of Sorcery Page 31
Aki smiled, waved. He caught the scent of peony. “Just visiting a place that was once a home,” he said. He felt a haiku falling like snow through his thoughts, tickling memories.
“But I live here,” she told him, annoyed.
“Never forget that,” he said.
She frowned. The men stopped and watched him leave. Birds greeted his entry into the woods with song. A fox scurried away, stopping once to take his measure for a heartbeat.
It was what Shöki would have done.