It is early in the morning. Sunlight has not yet entered the palace gardens. Dew hangs from blades of grass; mist weaves through cherry trees.
Maruki walks between the trunks, bare feet over the cold ground. The air is still, the whispers of her kimono the only sound. The opulent silk contradicts the sober cut; the turquoise, indigo and azure colors show that she is of lowborn blood.
Her path weaves through rough garden stones. Two palace guards follow thirty paces behind, eyes alert...
Description:
It is early in the morning. Sunlight has not yet entered the palace gardens. Dew hangs from blades of grass; mist weaves through cherry trees. Maruki walks between the trunks, bare feet over the cold ground. The air is still, the whispers of her kimono the only sound. The opulent silk contradicts the sober cut; the turquoise, indigo and azure colors show that she is of lowborn blood. Her path weaves through rough garden stones. Two palace guards follow thirty paces behind, eyes alert...