24
Hidekazu
Barame knelt on a small island at the pond’s centre, in front of a small shrine to Shirashi. Her dragon form was curled between two candles, and she slept over a lake of cooled wax. Moonlight settled on the rippling water, framing the pond with silver light. Hidekazu waited on the stone bridge for their next lesson.
“What an unusual student you are, Shizu.” Milky white spheres, like little moons, circled Barame. “I accepted you as a student under the expectation that you would prove challenging. Genshu Dano, too, was willful in his youth.”
Hidekazu bowed his head. If this was to be another lesson on obedience, he could obey. He only hoped that, this time, conflicting instructions didn’t result in a burned hand or worse. “I did not think my father and I alike, Headmaster.”
