I wake slowly as the sun shines through my window. I stretch the soreness from yesterday’s demanding work out of my body. I stayed later than midday so I would receive my payment early and not have to work today. I wanted to look special for Draco so I decided it would be helpful if I had more time. I rise from my kang to head into the bathing room to prepare for my day. I plan to head into the village and buy a new dress today. It has been a long while since I bought something new to wear. I want it to look nice for Draco on our first day of courting. As I comb my hair, I hear my father in the other room moving around. He must be getting himself ready for his day of work in the fields. After the conversation that we had the day before yesterday we have not spoken. He knows today that I am going to see Draco. I want to avoid him because I know he will have more to say. When I am through untangling my hair, I carefully twist it into a bun. Satisfied that it will stay in pl
I rise from the bed when the sun streams in. I rub my eyes and yawn so big my jaw cracks. I slept terribly. I am ready to just get this day over. I quickly dress and leave the room I have been assigned. The house is still. I believe I am the first one to wake. I take quiet steps down the stairs and head toward the exit I took with Shee last evening. Once outside I take a deep breath of the morning air. There are a few servants moving about. Today feels odd. I had awoken so happy the last few days because I knew that I would see her soon. I dread today. Yesterday’s confusion will have our parents pushing us together. On one side I will be forced to spend time with her as if we are courting. On the other hand, we could use the time to strategically plan what we can do about our impending nuptials. How can I be happy with either of my choices today when I know Io will just be waiting for me. I wonder how long she will wait until she realizes I will not show. There is a throat cl
Looking down at myself I am truly in awe. I feel so beautiful. The sash of the dress when applied makes it an even greater choice. The fabric is cinched in over the top of my stomach and highlights the flare of my hips. My breasts are slightly pushed up and more pronounced. Half of my hair lies in a ponytail while the rest flows down the back of my dress. They have such a nice contrast. The flower I chose to wear in my hair is placed right above my ear on the right. I chose this side because of when Draco brushed my head back. When I sniff the air in my room all I smell is the sweet aroma of the blossoms I added to the bath. Truly hope he likes what he sees when he arrives. I slip my geta on my feet and go to sit at the table until he arrives. I would not want to be rushing again and injure him. I decide it would be best to leave the door cracked. The sun is high in the sky, and I know that any moment he will walk through that door. So, I wait, and I wait. The time seems to b
When we return home after our journey. The evening is quiet. There are just a few rays of sun left in the sky. I turn toward them knowing they will lead me to Io. I know I must see her to explain. After I have taken my first step my father once again ruins it all. “You will not be taking your leave this late in the day. We will be eating supper together and then heading off to bed. Into the home Draco.” He commands. I place my head down in defeat and do what the general says. Apologizing to Io will have to wait until tomorrow. I head through the grounds and up to my room. I change into normal robes and go join my parents in the dining room. Since father is home, he will sit at one end with my mother. While I sit all the way at the other by myself. When he claps his hands for our food to be set in front of us, I stare at my plate as it is placed before me. Today is fish and rice. This is mostly what Io eats I think to myself. I hope she is enjoying her food. As I lift a bite t
I hear his apology through the door. I cannot see him though to know if it is real. My father blocks my view. I do not want to see him, but it would have been nice, I think. Just hearing his voice when I thought I never would again make my heartbeat faster. I walk away from the door and go back to my room. Sometime later my father knocks on my door. He enters my room and leans against the door. “The boy has gone” he informs me. I nod my head. There is not anything for me to say. Father was right. I lay down on my kang and father exits my room. I wonder if Draco really is sorry. Why didn’t he show up last midday? I have so many questions but after how he made me feel, I am not sure I want the answers. ~Two days later~ Father and I are just sitting down to eat supper when there is a knock on the door. I look at father and see that his face looks curious. He was not expecting anyone. He goes to the door and opens it. “Hello sir, I am here to bring Io her first gift” I h
My studies have just ended. Today was more arithmetic. It is a wonder how much math one must know to survive when owning something. I do not know how my ba could look at so many numbers. As I think I walk to the center of the village. I am heading to the shop of the seamstress to buy the next gift for Io. I hope that she likes the book I got her. It is my favorite out of all that I have read. When I read that book, I am reminded that the mind moves. One must not only put stock in material things because once they are gone, they are left with only loss and decline. If they learn to put stock in the experiences with family and friends, then one will only know enlightenment. I chose it as a way to show Io that I am more than just the station I hold because of my father’s gain. To show her that I hold more stock in such things as us. I hope she gets the message. When I reach the shop, I pause in the entry. Qunzi is tending to another woman from the village. I silently wait b
Two days’ time has once more passed. I arrived home a little after midday from my work and am looking to pass the time. I decide to pick up the book Draco has gotten me and begin to read where I left off. When I hear noise, I am jerked out of my sleep. I had closed my eyes for but a moment after finishing this emotional tale. I get up from my kang and discover that my father is in the kitchen making dinner. I had slept through him coming in from work. As I watch him heat up the fish and rice I think about Draco’s book. I feel like there was another message for me there in the story. I just cannot quite put my finger on it. When my father takes his seat, I slide the book across the table to him. Even though I wish to read it again I will wait until he has finished. I know it will be in no time at all that I will receive it back. He reads so much faster than I. As we eat our meal, we hear another knock at the door. My father looks at me in silent question if I am receiving him,
I wish I were able to bring Io a gift every day. It seems that waiting the two days to be near her is even too much for me. It has been almost eight days since I have seen her face. It has been much too long. If I have my way and she accept me, we will never spend this long apart again. Her last gift is one I made myself. I have watched my mother many of times as she mixes her potions of healing. Sometimes what she made was not a potion but a scent to wear upon the skin. I have heard my father be enticed by such a thing. For the times I have spent with Io she has always smelled lightly of cherry blossoms. It took me not being around her to finally place the scent. I made a guess that it was something she would put in her bath, so I decided to make her a scent from them. It has taken me days to get it exactly right. We have none of the trees on the property and as it is the last days of the Hanami season, I had to pick all the flowers myself. I chose to pick them from the