Chapter 2
Saito’s curious face made a fond sensation settle in Turlach’s soul. It seemed to be there whenever he was in his friend’s presence. There was nobody quite like Saito in his life, someone so different from his usual company. Part of it was the exotic nature of his friend from Turlach’s loud and boisterous culture, and most of it was Saito’s unique character. Yakecen teased Saito about his samurai ancestors often, but he understood why their crewmate said so.
Saito was calm and pragmatic, with a streak of fiery passion for a very few things. It reminded ‘Lach of the stories he’d been told as a lad, of far eastern lands and times long since past. Any time his thoughts turned to Saito, a phantom image imposed itself on his mind’s eye, of his small friend in a severe, dark kimono,
