Tatsuhime scooped little baby wisteria blooms into her paws, powdering them against her feathery white cheeks like the court ladies of a wonderful palace.
Tail frazzled, and then shimmying together neatly into a curl by a hind leg. Hime bore a ladylike smile, lashes floating shut and fantasizing about sister moon, the jewel in the sky. Red glittered upon the edges of fur.
“She has put red upon her lips to make the sun fall for her!”
