A gush of wind blew past, which caused a shiver to grow down the samurais spine. The cold nipped at her skin, but she couldn't care less. A small grunt left her lips as she decided to set up camp, allowing herself to plummet to the ground and sigh shakily. Mizu's gaze was on the sky, somehow wishing that life could be somewhat easier for her. That she could be loved and not be used.