Yume stared into the mirror seeing the woman pulling her hair partially into bun and thenputting the significant headpiece on her head. It was a beautifully hand-made piece of jewelry in theshape of a moon, yet with 6 small silver wings on either sides that allowed the jeweled blue sapphires to
dangle from her hair. “There. All done.” The guardian stated, but Yume couldn’t look away. Ever since
she was 7, she had to put such a gaudy thing in her hair. But it was a sacred piece. Only worn by therightful heir to the family name, the soon to be head of the household, this is what it signified. The wings
signifying the Shiromis were believed to be a “godsend” for their endeavors in medicine and the moon
what their home. A little story told among them was believed that they were descendants of celestialbeings, those that resided on the moon. But Yume knew it all to be a lie. A lie that she saw as a prideful
exaggeration, something only told to justify their traditions, their laws, and the Shiromi’s isolation fromsociety. Something Yume didn’t care for. If they were healers, then why couldn’t they travel the world?
See people, heal the wounded, care for the sick? But the elders never cared for that. Their ideals wereto preserve the family. Nothing more.
“Yume.” A different voice called and Yume’s attention was seized as she turned to the woman
standing at her doorway. In the doorway was the familiar woman with long white hair and blue eyes.The woman wore a translucent shawl on her head and a similar headpiece, only it was much more
ornate and embellished than Yume’s. Even the woman’s layered kimono was beautifully embellished.“G
-good morning, Okaa-
Yume greeted as she hurried over to her mother, embracing her at thenarrow of her waist since she was so short. She was even standing on the tips of her toes to hug her. Hermother seemed surprised, but gently pulled away from Yume before she knelt down on her level to pull
her close. “Morning to you as well, dear.” She softly greeted. When Yume pulled away, she smiledwarmly and giggled a bit in her excitement, “Did you hear? Ankoku is returning today!” The white
woman immediately glanced to Yume’s
guardian in an emotionless stare before returning her gaze to
her daughter. “I know dear… do go on ahead. I’ll join you at the tablet for breakfast momentarily.” Yumenoticed her mother’s unchanging expression that somewhat caused her smile to fade before
she gave aslight nod and wandered down the hall.To some extent, Yume always knew her mother was a tad bit impassive. The woman did havemany prying eyes which she did her best to put up such a front and hide her vulnerable emotions fromthe branch families and elders. Her mother needed to be strong, to show she had every right to be thehead of the family and that her children would be treated with the same respect. In many ways, Yumeadmired how strong her mother was for her at times. Defending Yume fr
om the elder’s biased decisions
and always making time for her. But, in her heart she wanted her mother to show a little morecompassion and love sometimes. Not just through her actions, but expressing it. As Yume passedthrough the foyer with these thoughts in mind, she noticed a cloaked figure at the door, removing hershoes. The golden haired girl paused as she watched the girl take off her cloak to reveal her long black
san?” Yume inquired before the girl quickly turned around. Her dark eyes locked onto Yume’sinquisitive stare. “What?” She asked in a rather impatient way, but Yume’s eyes welled up in tearsbefore she ran over to her sister and embraced her. This sudden action shocked Ankoku and she didn’t
even bother to return the affection.
-san! I missed you so much!
I’m so glad you’re home! Please,
come join me and Okaa-
san for breakfast. Please!” Ankoku stared down at her younger sister withnarrowed eyes as she pried her off. “I just got home, Yume. Let me breathe, jeeze.” She stated
Yume chuckled a bit to her sister’s attitude, but she was still happy to see her again. “But you have to behungry right? Come on, breakfast is ready!”Ankoku didn’t even look to Yume as she put her knapsack by her shoes and hung her cloak on
rack by the door. It didn’t take long before the white haired maiden and the guardian stepped into
the foyer as well. Yume glanced back to their mother and then back to Ankoku seeing the tension
immediately. Ankoku’s harsh stare said everything. She was s
till intensely hateful against the woman forshipping her off like that. Like she was unwanted. Undesired and yet, it was all supposedly in the best