I do not own this anime/manga, a genius does.
Originally from Palelight's red notebook of wacky proverbs. Rin's melodies are from Palelight's music notebook.
"Every dreamer has their time, lost in the moss at the end of the earth."
"A slumber so tight that it suffocates upon its very last minute."
Story dictionary for past and modern terms:
Furisode: Type of Kimono for young women that are available
Zabuton: seating pillow
Asagao: type of flowers
Suiren and pad: type of flowers
Tessen: type of flowers
Cimson Ajisai: type of flowers
Kuroubaa: clovers
Some of the flowers, I don't know the english name for. One word is easier to write than 3 words describing in a different language.
Rin sat in a quaint little meadow, near her home of dewy mountains tops where no sun dared to reach. It was only early morning in which the sun lazily drifted up from forest blankets of the east. Beyond Rin's meadows stood a thick suffocating forest that surrounded the west, east, and south.
She lay down upon the cold, wet ,and slippery grass. Her hands lightly played upon Kuroubaa and sharp grass. Each edge of grass or plant left tingles of light water kisses upon Rin's silk skin while she lay bathing in the arising sun. Asagao(s) twisted then swished open up by Rin's head as she switched spots for the best possible sun bathing. She absorbed the sun's light for her enjoyment and never let it waste on her skin, tanning into her every pore. As the sun showed fully on her peaceful state, She sparkled in a golden tint of a god. A few hours of feeding off the sun would let her go on her day to prepare herself for the night to come.
People hid in their Huts as Rin strolled to the entrance of the West-eastern Village. She gleamed at the fact that the elders were certainly afraid of her as the children gnawed at their mothers' protective arms warding off the thought of letting the children being attracted to Rin. She despised the little imp humans that picked her flowers, stomped, and played in her fields. One incompetent child ran loose from it's mother's forearm and straight for Rin's glowing attraction. Rin growled as the girl ran to Rin's side with their sticky little fingers reaching out to Rin's clenched hand.
" Child, do not touch what is not yours." The child looked up at Rin with her stupid toothy grin.
"Mine. Mine?" The girl grasped Rin's left hand with her sticky tiny hands. Rin stopped with the child's sweaty palm stuck to hers.
"Poison bites when claimed by unworthy spectators." She clenched her hand around the child's hand.
"Mine!" Rin heard her statement as a demand, she raised her hand swiftly from the child's, and was ready to strike. The child quickly reached into the fold of her ratty Kimono and slowly drawled out a small bundle of crimson ajisai. Rin was memorized by the bundle instantly as the child slowly dragged it out. Rin snatched the flowers out of the child's sticky, tiny hand.
The child's mother rushed in while Rin gazed upon the bundle of rare flowers. The mother grabbed the child by the arm and ran towards a nearby hut .
She heard they were from the western lands where the crimson type only grew. She stuck the bundle into her sleeve pocket while walking into a Kimono shop. A old man sat still on his zabuton, embroidering a red silhouette of sakura blossom branches upon an ivory and colorful pink furisode. Rin was just 5 with in 20 human years and now she was going to be 20 in demon years by the very minute of the appealing crescent moon before dawn.
Rin walked over to the old man as he shivered with a needle still in his left hand. She sat across from him and he refused to look at her face as he held his breath in her gaze.
"May I see it?" Rin pointed to the furisode in his hand and he stuck his arms out immediately. She looked at the old man taking in his old appearance. He was ordinary with his white beard and bald scalp, he was only skin and bones as he bowed his chest under her gaze.
Rin did not touch the fabric, but stared at it's majestic flow and detailed thread paths."Take it, please." The old man bowed his head to the dirt ground while he held out the folded furisode to Rin. In a flash she was gone out of the hut and a piece was lightly taken off the man's old, wrinkly, shaking hands.
She walked through the village, through the forest, to her Mountain home. She bathed in the fine waters of a cobalt blue pond and dressed in her furisode with it's long sleeve pockets reaching her ankles.
She wished to bloom now as her new furisode swiveled around in a blossoming dance. Deep in Rin's mind, she was worried that she would not blossom and would be a closed dainty bud forever. Her heart could not keep steady as her veins pulsed with worry, excitement, and panic.
She traveled to the western lands at a quick pace before sleep took a hold for green's glow. She sniffed out the scent of the crimson ajisai that she held with her and disappeared into the wind's calm air. She reappeared in a field of crimson ajisai with a murky green pond of aquatic red suiren. She rested upon over grown, gorgeous, green suiren pads on the small pond encircled by a hedge of silvery tessen, and surrounded by fields of crimson ajisai. The suiren pad edges kept Rin's furisode from drowning in murky tides and their size kept Rin from slumbering in watery depths. Slumber before green light and hours before the waning crescent moon would send Rin into a blossoming state.
Reader(s): One of the flowers is a preview for what is to come. The name can be translated into many things and is a puzzle for anyone who wants to cheat.
Clues include the english name for a type of the flower, the full meaning of the name, and a deeper meaning for the name.
Chapters will always be quite short for my lack of patience and my style type.
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