Shit was going down on the mainland. She wanted to go but, also didnt. Visitors plagued her dreams and words of someone she did not know. The history of this land being revealed. The ground rumbled. Something to the southeast... When Daiyu woke to it all, she was more confused then enlightened about this world, she felt. Who was this Dream Visitor? A god? A spirit? A demon!?
Shaking off her stupor, literally as she shook her head repeatedly as though she could shake this awkward feeling away, she lifts her head at the scent of blood on the air, mingled with sea-salt.
You okay cousin?
She calls from further down the coast side.