And they CERTAINLY didn't have a floral print.
He was going to die. As he and his sister made their way to the Tea Ceremony rooms, he was blind to their simple and refined beauty. He only had eyes for the clan attendant, whom he silently DARED to comment. The walk to the floating pavilion had been bad enough - he'd been subjected to the stares of many of his fellow students. But a bet was a bet, and his sister had won fair and square.
Oh, he was going to make sure to get her back at the earliest opportunity.
