Hideaway Strath linen

of her collection, the longest stemmed would have been for tsujiya; the largest bloom for morohe, the last for kikyo. she arranged them as she thought it over. pausing minutely when the man spoke.
he drew her attention easily.
so far, he seemed the only ally that she had found among the rabble. though she did not look up from her flowers—working to pluck the worst of the dry pieces away.
yes, she had not noticed at the time, distracted by the arrival of the woman so abruptly.
how surprising that a giant can move so quietly. she went on, feigning greater interest in her work.