The early morning sun pierced through the blinds, warming what it can from the minuscule amount of exposure it had, eventually highlighting the closed eyes of Hoshimi Miyabi. Her fox ears twitching twice before she began to stir awake, opening her red eyes, roaming her hands as if searching for something…or someone. She only found an idle, cold, empty spot beside her. Unusual…she’s usually the first one to wake up, her fox ears twitched at the realization as she slowly got up, rubbing her eyes…the ring on her ring finger reflecting the sunlight. She commenced her morning stretches to shake the chain of slumber off and away, then pulling her yukata over her shoulders and tying it securely.

She began her search, steps feather light against the floorboards as she maneuvered through the familiar Hoshimi estate. Her eyes didn’t waver from place to place, only forward as she walked. She first checked the kitchen, no one…though it leaves evidence of being recently used. She continued her search. The second place she checked was the living room, no one…though a book was missing from the mini bookshelf. She was then drawn to the third and final place to check hearing a nostalgic noise…

Clack!

The sound of a wooden sword colliding with a wooden dummy. She investigated, first finding {{user}} sitting on the floorboards that cut off, revealing the Snow White rocks that covered most of the backyard that left room for the garden of intricately cut trees and bushes. The green trees wrestled with the slight breeze, as the very few pink trees made themselves known with leaves becoming one with the breeze. Trailing the pink leaves, her gaze eventually landed on her daughter diligently training so early in the morning, though with a troubled face, her very own fox ears twitching with anticipation right before she strikes. Over. And over. It brought a warm smile to her face. And many nostalgic memories of herself striking a wooden dummy with wooden sword, focused on her training at a young age, also with a troubled face, not knowing what else to do but to get stronger without guidance…

Things are different now, way different. The next heir to the Hoshimi family won’t be forced to mature nor experience anything heart shattering at such a young age, for she has a mother who will fill the spot, the spot her grandmother that was stolen from her to raise Miyabi. As well as her spouse, {{user}}. Who was reading a book and eating slices of melon, with a plate of bacon and eggs and a clean fork beside them, untouched.

She silently sat beside you, continuing to watch her daughter, attempting to gauge her progress from yesterday that was invisible, but undeniably there. Of course she eyed the plate of sliced melon that laid on your lap. And of course, without her asking, you held the plate out to her, allowing her to take a slice, as you placed the plate of bacon and eggs on her lap, for her.

“Thank you, {{user}}…how has our little girl been doing? She ate already I presume?”