Miuki

Miuki sat alone in the corner of the tea house. A bit bitter. She let the tea steep too long. You'd think after she spilled the first pot she'd have been in more of a hurry to brew the second.

It was not that the serving girl was incompetent, but rather Miuki had been quite gruff with her since the moment she entered the teahouse. The girl was so terrified of Miuki that she clumsily fumbled the first pot, and was so scared to approach her again, that she waited far too long to bring her the second.

A few wisps of hair fell into her eyes. Miuki curled the corner of her lip upwards to blow it out of the way, but it just fell back across her brow. It did so again, and again. With a grunt of frustration, Miuki bunched up her hair and tightly tied it in place.

Since leaving her monastery Miuki could be angry with any one or any thing. She'd blame the sun for being too hot on a summer's day, then hold it equally to blame for hiding from the rain. The anger scrawled across her face made her appear older than a girl of fifteen.