Orikaeshigitae

The approaching sound of wet, heavy footsteps brought Torril out of her reverie. She had been daydreaming, leaning hunched against the damp, wooden bails of the barricade. The rain had stopped some time ago, but the cold, piercing wind limited her ambitions to conserving what little heat her tired body could give. Slowly, she looked up trying to see anything in the fading twilight. The dark clouds overhead cast deep shadows on the path in front, but there was still enough illumination for her sharp eyes. She recognized the large, hulking form in the distance and with a weary curse she straightened up as much as her shivering muscles would al