[lady fujiwara rio is becoming softer. kaede might never have referred to her as a peasant. the girl has never been that sort of rough. this red moon is a surprise. it paints the wisteria in gradients of pink, deepens the shadows into purple. it is purposeful and fills her chest with a surprise of yearning. these days, they all smell of the fragrant flowers. but it does not yet feel like home to kaede. her children have taken to the young woman. kyoami looks to rio for comfort. it is not a betrayal. little tatsu is not repelled by the great red hole burning scarlet through the sky. she too, is changing. kaede looks for layre as she quiets to listen. it is a good story. her eyes encourage the other to keep it going.]

lady fujiwara rio is becoming softer.

kaede might never have referred to her as a peasant. the girl has never been that sort of rough.

this red moon is a surprise. it paints the wisteria in gradients of pink, deepens the shadows into purple. it is purposeful and fills her chest with a surprise of yearning.

these days, they all smell of the fragrant flowers. but it does not yet feel like home to kaede.

her children have taken to the young woman. kyoami looks to rio for comfort. it is not a betrayal.

little tatsu is not repelled by the great red hole burning scarlet through the sky.

she too, is changing.

kaede looks for layre as she quiets to listen. it is a good story. her eyes encourage the other to keep it going.