Post by Lady Lu on Aug 2, 2016 18:49:55 GMT
She spent her days working. There was nothing she liked to do more. It was the reason why she left home, why she continued to live here in Hanamura year after year. She was at her shop now, early in the morning a few hours before it would open. She was busy, her hands coated in flour and sugar and oils as she continued her busy work, pinching together sweets and small cakes with her delicate hands. Ms. Hachisu pulled a tray out with a cloth, not even wincing though she swore when it lightly burned her thumb. Before running it under cold water, she slipped a new tray in before closing the door. She bit her lip as she turned off the sink. Her skin was red there, and she was sure there'd be blisters, but no matter. She wrapped it quickly with a white bandage, before she rushed back into her work. By the time the shop was due to open, the sweets had been finished, the teas organized, the floor sweeped, and Kozakura was put together once more, free of flour and other such things. She'd chosen her black kimono today, decorated with white accents and soft pink cherry blossoms, a golden sash tying together to complete her outfit. She didn't even look in the mirror to pin up her silky raven locks, but merely did so with a simple clip. Golden brown eyes gleamed with interest as she went over to the door to flip the sign to say 'open'.
At the moment, she remained in the back of the small shop, putting finishing touches on certain edible items that were available. She lived her life here, with quiet days and silent nights. Her shop wasn't popular, with only a few regulars, but it was indeed private and tucked away. She liked it that way, if only for the reason that it sometimes brought interesting customers to her counter. She enjoyed hearing their stories. She was an awfully good listener after all, and her welcoming hearth often caught her the most interesting little tidbits. For example, it didn't happen often, but sometimes she got those heroes here. Not only them, but whatever enemies they seemed to be fighting. She didn't tolerate violence, but she did accept anyone who came in for a cup of tea. They all had complicated stories after all, but they were all still alive, and had hopes and dreams just like herself. She smiled slightly, pouring herself a cup of tea with a soft golden tinge and the smell of jasmine. Raising it to her lips, she took a small sip, sighing in content. She really did like the simple life, but strange things and excitement were always welcome too.
At the moment, she remained in the back of the small shop, putting finishing touches on certain edible items that were available. She lived her life here, with quiet days and silent nights. Her shop wasn't popular, with only a few regulars, but it was indeed private and tucked away. She liked it that way, if only for the reason that it sometimes brought interesting customers to her counter. She enjoyed hearing their stories. She was an awfully good listener after all, and her welcoming hearth often caught her the most interesting little tidbits. For example, it didn't happen often, but sometimes she got those heroes here. Not only them, but whatever enemies they seemed to be fighting. She didn't tolerate violence, but she did accept anyone who came in for a cup of tea. They all had complicated stories after all, but they were all still alive, and had hopes and dreams just like herself. She smiled slightly, pouring herself a cup of tea with a soft golden tinge and the smell of jasmine. Raising it to her lips, she took a small sip, sighing in content. She really did like the simple life, but strange things and excitement were always welcome too.
