Little Asahi was not immediately aware that the tea was rotten. She had not seen the careful ministrations of the healers cleaning the pots and dumping unused tea as yet.
She flattened her ears nervously as he rumbled and frowned. She hadn't prepared it that long ago, why?
She pushed her nose closer to the fire trying to get a whiff and pull the kettle away from the fire.
She pulled back suddenly with a sharp yip then a loud yark! As she was lifting the tea by its wooden handle she accidentally got too close to the coals and singed a toe then splashed a little of the hot water on her leg as she fumbled backward.
Tears of pain and shame sprang to her golden eyes cast at the ground, as it became evident she was only mildly hurt and the tea was bad. "I'mmmnn sorry..." She pushed out, barely a soft lingering whisper.
If her father was close enough he would have heard her. She was hardly the graceful child, more clumsy than her sisters as they seemed to exude so much more grace and social tendencies than her.
Asahi does not typically speak, even sometimes when she wants to.
Her brother Jiro may enter her threads unannounced!
