[it is not the step of a stranger, but of her son, which breaks the silence that must at last indeed be broken. 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?]

it is not the step of a stranger, but of her son, which breaks the silence that must at last indeed be broken.

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?