Silken thread
"Slung over a screen, a dress of silk and gauze. The autumn wind." -Taniguchi Buson Haru and Kiku sat in a small clearing, the wind rustled gently though the leaves, putting Haru's ears in a constant swiveling state. He looked over...
Flowers
She stood against the moon, watching the others as they arrived. It had been a good year, there where no still births and the crop of hopefuls was high. As was dictated by tradition, there was to be a celebration tonight. She walked towards the...