Hanae continued to look up at Hiei, ebullient and genuine all at once. Despite her prior suspicions, they had been filtered away with Hiei's promise. Besides, Kishi’s laughter led her to believe that perhaps it was comical for her to assume such a thing. She looked back at the dragonkin as he...
Nuharoo of Hummingbird Lane was getting married in winter instead of spring because the old astrologer on Crescent Street had told her that her husband would lose his hair in his mid-twenties if she did not marry him this season. His zodiac year made him prone to stress when his affections were...
Hanae would have informed the dragon-kin that no, she didn’t grow tobacco specifically, but she was more focused on leaving. She wouldn’t mind having an ugly face for the rest of her life; maybe she could hide the bruising with some makeup. When she got home, she could try to numb it with that...
Hanae felt her heart swell at the first few words. “No, not too much.” Perfect. She smiled thankfully at Kishi, her dark eyes glittering like obsidian in the moonlight. Wonderful, now no payment plan was needed! She could handle five—
The warmth building up inside her, the thought of good...
Hanae tilted her head slightly at the mention of the red tower. There were many towers in Sonshan, none that Hanae would ever be familiar with other than how they appeared on the outside. While she was luckier than most, it wasn’t as if she could afford to not be frugal. Often, those in the...
Hanae paused, one foot raised to take another step, but none were taken. Well, she supposed walking off in any direction wasn’t the smartest decision one could make, and she tried not to think how foolish it was on top of it. She slowly turned towards Hiei, wincing as he insulted her again. She...
Hanae winced, partly at his hard words but also from the discomfort of his hard squeeze. She was vaguely aware of the backhanded compliment. She almost felt compelled to say that her nose was hardly an advantage and there were plenty of other noses that were far better, but instead, she listened...
“I’m not good with blood,” Hanae blurted out. Despite it being the truth, she wished for this stranger to know that it wasn’t that she was fragile; it was just that she had never been good with blood. Even when she was young and fearless and thought she could never get hurt, blood scared her...
Hanae lifted a hand to her chest, clutching at the fabric as she realized she had just insulted a paying customer. Perhaps it was wrong of her to assume such a thing, but… did men not buy flowers for their beloved? And while his face was handsome, Hanae could tell, either by how he carried...
Hanae was brought out of her dizzying thoughts when she heard the first clink. Her eyes widened at the second clink. Her mouth parted slightly; the most the young woman would ever dare to gape at something, from the third clink. Then his words followed suit, and they rang far more substantial...
Hanae pursed her lips together, realizing she had been her own worst enemy today. But there was a bright side, wasn’t there? Perhaps today had needed to be a day that she gave out so many freebies so that she would have returning customers! If that were the case, then what a brilliant strategy...
Hanae loved spring. No season brought more joy to her heart than the season that was practically her namesake. For everyone who knew, springtime meant one thing— or at least to Hanae, it meant one big thing— flowers. And lots of them. The young woman hummed to herself as she tended to her...
“Love is like wildflowers, it’s often found in the most unlikely places.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Everyone she once held dear is dead.
Hanae rises each day before the birds themselves wake. She takes her time removing her bedding and carefully folding up her blanket and sleeping mat. She can do...
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