I own nothing.
From her eyes she's plainly a Hyuuga and to judge from her body, probably about sixteen. Maybe a well-grown fifteen.
Gaara's eyes narrow as he watches the lone Hyuuga in the dappled sunlight, shaded by trees and brought to illumination by sun. She does not sense his presence, and he supposes he can put off meeting with Tsunade for maybe ten more minutes.
There's something bold and forward in the girl's stance even when she thinks no one's watching. Her eyes are keen and stare straight ahead; the Byakugan is not activated but somehow they seem to see much more than eyes can.
She twists and twirls, her body contorting. Dark brown hair catches the light, swishes like a gauzy veil.
In the sunshine, she is beautiful where in the shadows she is only human.
It's more than ten minutes before Gaara realizes he's still watching and that he needs to go meet with Tsunade.
When there's still the image of a young Hyuuga girl practicing her stances caught in his mind, Tsunade can only sigh at his absentmindedness and assume that he's still tired from traveling to Konoha. If she knew the truth, she'd probably smile.