IC (Vilda Tara): It was all too much. Sado was poised to snap like a thin branch where too many piwai had built their nests. When it finally cracked, she knew, the birds' eggs would be scattered on the ground and the streets would be bathed in blood. Her own clan was already in the thick of the fighting, though war had not officially been declared, and she needed to get off the island and get away from it all. The Dashi was no warrior, and war was looking more and more likely by the day. When it came, she wanted to be far away.
It wasn't that she was a coward. No, the wildlife ranger was familiar with risk. She confronted the dangers of the wild every time she left civilisation behind for the wild places, and often went on her own. War, on the other hand, was a different matter entirely. In the bush, she could trust in her instincts and years of experience to keep her safe from wild animals and treacherous terrain. She weighted the risks and accepted them, or else found a way around. She could control the risks she took, but not in war. That was entirely beyond her control. War was chaotic and indiscriminate, killing even the most prepared warrior along with green recruits and non-combatants alike. That unpredictability made it terrifying. It was a dragon that killed not for food or to defend its territory but simply because that was what it did. War was killing and destruction where no clans won, but some lost more desperately than others. She needed to leave Sado before she too was caught in its jaws.
She pulled the top of her pack tight, callused hands working quickly with the familiar strings as she tied it up and slung it over her shoulders. That was it; she was packed. With a last look back around her room in the imperial gardens, she turned and walked out the door, leaving it to close itself behind her. It was time to go. She had plenty of leave time stored up for the past few years. She didn't take a lot of holidays because in truth a lot of her trips out to Oki and Odaiba were like holidays in themselves. Now, she was able to take several months off and just disappear. She would return when either all of the political tensions had blown over or when full war was declared and she could return to Oki to help them how she could. Until that happened, she would try to find herself some peace out among the trees, birds and lizards, under the stars and the open sky. There was only the matter of where she would go first.
Odaiba, she decided. There were a few places there she would like to visit, and she knew that the huts around the lower slopes of Koshiki had recently been stocked with provisions. From there, she could always move on to somewhere else, but if she was going to be on the mountain then... why not have a crack at the peak? The area around the crater wasn't very hospitable, but the summit had been achieved many times by various groups and individuals throughout history. There wouldn't be too much snow on the peak at this time of year, and she could certainly use a bit of challenge and adventure. The more she thought about it, the more she like the idea.
There was just one snag. She knew most of the bush in the archipelago like the back of her mask, and was confident in her ability to navigate it successfully, even gathering from it everything she needed to survive if necessary. But to attempt the mountain, she would be reckless and stupid to go alone. She would need a partner, someone to watch her back while she watched theirs, and to hep each pother in a crisis. Mountains were treacherous places where conditions could change with frightening speed. She knew this, weighed the risk and decided against going alone. Maybe she could do it alone. Probably even. But she wasn't willing to find out.
The question was, who was she going to take? It froze her half in and half out of the doorway onto the streets of the imperial palace.
OOC: Tara open for interaction! Does anyone want to come along and climb Koshiki? You never know what we might find up there, or at least, our characters don't.