Miyuki sat at the low table in her room barely able to keep her eyes open. The events of the day had thoroughly tired her out and now she remained sedate and unmotivated to finish her work for the evening. The tips of her fingers peeked out from beneath the sleeve of a beautiful indigo kimono. It had been a present from her father some months before he died and now she sat swathed in it relishing his memory for just a moment.
The girl sighed tossing a length of long black hair over one shoulder and looking back to the parchment before her. She really must finish this letter; her brother Saito would want to know how her and mother were fairing while he was in far away Edo. Miyuki picked up her calligraphy brush, dipped it in ink and began the fluid strokes.
"Big Brother", she began as was customary using a title instead of Saito's name. "Today has been utterly exhausting. Mother and I went to the festival and there were so many people it was difficult for our palanquins to move through the crowd. First we stopped at the shrine to pay our respects then moved on to the shops. Mother was feeling generous and bought me a lovely trinket boxed carved with ginkgo leaves. I shall cherish it. We then saw an acrobat performance that was most delightful; such brightly colored costumes lifted my spirits even though the memory of father is still close."
She had tried not to bring up the passing of their father but in reality she had been thinking about him all day. He had died suddenly about six months ago and rather mysteriously at that. A body was recovered but it was so badly burnt Miyuki wasn't entirely sure that it even was her father. The customary mourning period took place during a small investigation but no culprit was ever caught and charged. The local authorities were convinced it had been an accident and that Miyuki's father had inadvertently set the Inn on fire. Miyuki however didn't believe one word of it.
Her exhaustion soon turned to grief and a tear slid down her cheek blotting the scroll of rice paper in front of her. She clenched her fist and bit her lower lip. "Please Saito, come home soon." The last line was a frantic scrawl across the bottom of the page.
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Miyuki sat at the low table in her room barely able to keep her eyes open. The events of the day had thoroughly tired her out and now she remained sedate and unmotivated to finish her work for the evening. The tips of her fingers peeked out from beneath the sleeve of a beautiful indigo kimono. It had been a present from her father some months before he died and now she sat swathed in it relishing his memory for just a moment.
The girl sighed tossing a length of long black hair over one shoulder and looking back to the parchment before her. She really must finish this letter; her brother Saito would want to know how her and mother were fairing while he was in far away Edo. Miyuki picked up her calligraphy brush, dipped it in ink and began the fluid strokes.
"Big Brother", she began as was customary using a title instead of Saito's name. "Today has been utterly exhausting. Mother and I went to the festival and there were so many people it was difficult for our palanquins to move through the crowd. First we stopped at the shrine to pay our respects then moved on to the shops. Mother was feeling generous and bought me a lovely trinket boxed carved with ginkgo leaves. I shall cherish it. We then saw an acrobat performance that was most delightful; such brightly colored costumes lifted my spirits even though the memory of father is still close."
She had tried not to bring up the passing of their father but in reality she had been thinking about him all day. He had died suddenly about six months ago and rather mysteriously at that. A body was recovered but it was so badly burnt Miyuki wasn't entirely sure that it even was her father. The customary mourning period took place during a small investigation but no culprit was ever caught and charged. The local authorities were convinced it had been an accident and that Miyuki's father had inadvertently set the Inn on fire. Miyuki however didn't believe one word of it.
Her exhaustion soon turned to grief and a tear slid down her cheek blotting the scroll of rice paper in front of her. She clenched her fist and bit her lower lip. "Please Saito, come home soon." The last line was a frantic scrawl across the bottom of the page.