The Beginning of Summer

It is six days into the summer, and things are already not going well.

A little time to myself in the Two Lions, with the simple intent to soak up the atmosphere a little, turned distinctly sour. That bloody Sayaki, with his big words and big threats, but nothing to back it up. With so much having happened lately, I was not in the mood to back down and play the submissive little girl that he seemed to want. I am not scared of him, and I had no intention of behaving like it to satisfy his ego.

The throbbing pain in my shoulder might initally indicate that was a mistake. I had not credited him with much intelligence, and was honestly expecting to recieve a slap across the face when I kept verbally pushing him, but the pulling the dagger in response to me simply following him to the door came as quite a surprise.

Not that the pain wasn't worth it. In many ways, I think I might have been lucky as the blade sank itself into my shoulder. The greatest irony is that the thick fabrics of the kimono I was wearing, a style from the poor man's own culture, probably helped dent the impact of the blow.

But panic quickly gripped the bar, and as the first Cloak came rushing in, he went running out. Dozens of witnesses to him stabbing a denfenseless woman, and running from a Cloak as well... It is quite satisfying when stupidity sorts itself out.

Particularly as I was worried I might have to take that nuisance into my own hands: a job that did not bring me much thought of joy at all.