A/N: The Prompt was "woven". 500 words or less.
There was once a blanket in the Koganei house, stored in the closet. When Hana was born, it was taken out to be used as bedding for the little girl. She didn't quite know if it was some old family heirloom or if her parents had recently bought it, for it always looked new.
When she started to learn about fairytales and myths from the children's shows on TV, or from the paintings she saw artists drawing on the street, it gave Hana the imagination to picture the quilt as a big dragon protecting her. It was made out of seemingly metallic red and green thread, interwoven with other colors such as blue, pink, gold, and lavender.
Each stitch looked like an individual scale in a dragon's hide – armor to shield her from the increasingly loud (and nearing) war outside her tiny bedroom.
Then, silence.
Nothing could replace that blanket's warmth. Not even a dôji.
She had to throw out that blanket a long time ago. Hana closed her eyes, trying to remember. Or was it ripped away from her? It didn't matter; the red stitches had long overtaken the green in her mind. As if it was a bloodstain.