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!
She often kept to herself. She had been relatively quiet and reclusive during most of her puphood, but that was mostly due to the constant headaches and medication she had to take to keep the pain at bay while her horns grew in. But even so, she did not miss the hushed tones and the silence in the air when news of their mother's abandonment spread like smoke among them. Instead of seeking anyone out to talk about it, (did she even care to? She wasn't sure), she buried her nose in crafting or tending to the feral cat colonies that surrounded Tojo. Gardening. Fishing. Literally anything else that would take her mind off of everything else.
The Silver Dragon walked one of the many paths among the bamboo on her way to the hidden pond that lied further in when she heard the familiar rustle of dried bamboo. Hesitant at first, she considered ignoring it and continuing on her way, but part of her desired...something. To be closer to her family? To feel less alone, perhaps? She wasn't sure what to call it. Her constant companion was the cat she had taken on when they invaded the land, but she needed more. Taking a deep breath, she followed the sound until she found her golden tinted sister, though without a word yet, Hinata gracefully and quietly slid to the ground and onto her belly and kept her eyes trained on the items in her sisters possession. "Mind if I help?"
Perhaps Asahi was taking their mother's abandonment more harshly than the others. Perhaps her difficulty in speaking had curbed a potentially extroverted social wolf into a forced introvert, stuck in the background of the daily lives in the bamboo. But all those thoughts were quickly swept aside as soon as the previously sickly and bonafide reclusive sibling emerged off the path and approached her.
Asahi's snowy tail swished back and forth as Hinata elegantly stepped forward and asked if she could be of assistance! Asahi nodded emphatically and pushed the large jar of soaking bamboo reeds toward the silver dragon sibling. She lifted up the old flat drying basket as an example of what she was making. The old bowl had several holes and falling apart.
Asahi placed some more bamboo reeds into the wet jar and picked up a couple of the good soggy ones and began to weave them together into a wide shallow bowl.
Speech // thought // Nihongo
Asahi does not typically speak, even sometimes when she wants to.
Her brother Jiro may enter her threads unannounced!
