Abandoned. Forgotten. Asahi shook her head, perhaps to shake out the thoughts. Their mother had gone, without a goodbye, without a howl and Asahi had noticed the absence descend on the others like a quiet spell. Unspoken, whispered, hushed. Had she been chased away? No one had bothered to find the golden girl that slithered between the bamboos, silent and observant. All she could gather was the whispers between others when they didn't think they were being observed.
Asahi was gathering some of the pre-dried bamboo. One of the drying baskets had broken recently. She might as well weave a new one. She'd pick one up and inspect it, making sure it was whole and not molded. She had a large jar of water next to her, which she dunked the long bamboo into to soften for weaving.
Asahi does not typically speak, even sometimes when she wants to.
Her brother Jiro may enter her threads unannounced!
