Gatherings  Prelude<br/><br/>The older lad in the corner couldn't help but run an appraising eye over Sakura, hell neither of the boys had seen that much exposed skin since they were suckling.  “See,” he whispered to the younger. “You tattoo the inferiors, servants and slaves.”  The younger child held his tongue with a smoldering rage beneath it until, Yume adjusted the settle herself. At this both boys became silent and intent. Discussions of breaking mountains, and what settled for skin dipping to the youth, all held the youths rapt attention. The arrival of another woman caused the younger to quickly run an account of the seating available, good one more seat than being used.<br/>Was she distressed?  My worst nightmare was not a common introduction here.  The younger stepped forward, addressing the new woman.  “My apologies mistress, trouble on the roads?”