amid the cloying trails of the floral perfumes from the rest, there are more and fresher fragrances.
kaede turns with a smile.
kyoami. please. come and sit with me.
it hurts her to know that in a right world, he would be with some tutor or another, too busy to bob after her.
he would have a home, attendants, structure. here she fears kyoami will fade, and this she cannot allow.
he might be as bright as the flowers between them.
what do you think of the jungle?
