Lady Hisui was genuinely amused, cupping her fingers to her chin as she demurely giggled.
“Shimo congratulated Yuki before she left….” the Ryu said, before sipping her cup of tea. “Granted she scolded Yuki for trying to duck out of the wedding party early, but I heard it with my own ears, young man. I don’t know what you said to Shimo, but I think you managed to make an impression with her.”
It had been a few days since Yuki slipped me that note at the wedding reception, and I hadn’t seen her since, even though the Ryu requested I come over to help chop some firewood. The thing with Lady Hisui is that I wasn’t sure if that was a pretext to get Yuki and I to spend more time together or if she really needed firewood chopped.
It turned out she actually needed firewood to be chopped. According to Lady Hisui,
Shimo emerged from the temple in a red kimono and a red hood while Hiro was wearing immaculately polished ceremonial armored gauntlets and shoulder pads over a formal guard uniform as the gathered guests began applauding and throwing confetti and streamers. Yuki was next to her sister in a dark grey off-the-shoulder kimono top and pleated dress. She leaned in and said something to Shimo before her reserved and aloof big sister threw her arms around Yuki, giving her a big hug and beaming ear-to-ear. Lady Hisui then said something to the two of them before the bride and the Ryu embraced, making their way to the banquet hall. After scanning the crowd for a moment, Yuki spotted me and waved before began making her way over.
On the day of her sister’s wedding, the timid lamia appeared much more confident, assured and animated. I was pretty sure I made a number of the males in attendance jealous as Yukihebi made her way up to me before she reached out and clasped my hands.