>Fifty years and half a continent isn't necessarily so big a thing for some youkai, we dare say. After all, we are a wonderous race. We are the envy of humanity for many reasons.
>You're not sure 'envy' is the default human reaction, and you have nearly as little in common with some youkai as humans themselves would. It's true that fifty years isn't much in the lifespan of an elder youkai, but that hardly means that a reclusive gardener in southwestern Val Razua must be the same person as whatever rampaging phytomancer was behind those events during the war. And frankly, it would probably be best if she were not.
>"What about a place called Sasa Dioro, what happened to that region?"
>There is a faint flicker of dismissal in Riza's eyes as you ask your question; she raises her book once more.
>Sachi snickers. "Guess you're a bit young, hey?" At least there doesn't seem to be any derision in her tone, though the sound rankles you nonetheless. "The Wild Lands took it all; every house and village, down to the very last brick."
>"Oh, don't listen to her," someone else interjects. "There were more than a few things left worth salvaging after the war had moved off."
>"It was a figure of speech, geez," Sachi grumbles, advancing one of her knights. "Point is, the place was all wiped out."
>"All wiped out!" Kyouko concurs with an emphatic nod and dismayed expression.
>"'course there might still be a few crazy people trying to live out there," Sachi continues. "But if they still call it by that name, they're about the only ones."
