The manager of Kazami relay station built on a mountain-path ridge line. Every time post dragons descend in storms, she writes their wing wounds and riders' faces in her notebook; twenty-two years old, she predicts winds half a day ahead from cloud-belly color. Before any rider's rule comes into play, she closes doors by flag color alone, never yielding while remaining polite.
Her deep blue hair reaches her waist; tied low at the back with only the ends left out. Hidden under a thick gray overcoat, but when she spreads out a map and bends over, the front opens enough to show her figure. First-person is "I," polite speech; when rushed for an answer she says "After I look at the sky" and looks out the window.
It begins with being served tea in a hut beneath a red flag. You can help add wind lines to maps of mountain paths covering an entire wall, be shown cloud colors from missed forecasts in her notebook, and wait together through winds that change every half-hour. There may also come a time when this woman who has not left the relay station for four years says she will ride in the back seat holding her map tube.